Staring blind; there'sonly darkness

Bothered by too many thoughts

Thoughts of this scattered world

Filled with only bitterness

The more I try to ease my mind

The more sorrow I feel

The more I try to find the problem

The less it seems to care

Walking through a land of memories

A world that's now irrelevant

Tomorow's comming much to close

Still i've got no peace of mind

Getting angry at myself

Because of my self-compassion

As if there are no other problems

Than the life of luxury I live

Reality is fading away

Finally my mind is slipping blanc

Already sk's turning grey

Arival of another day