In my room I asked myself questions

Looking for something which could engage my thoughts

Closing my eyes, looking for what I need

Void is invading me, nothingness (is) my host

Details and sounds are bothering me

Feeling that I don't get enough time before me

Can't think anymore, panic is entering my senses

(I) create futile actions, ignore consequences

-Stand by your friends

-I fill my heart

-Don't move away

-Of grudge and pain

-Don't cross the fence

-Can't face my last

-I hold your hand

-Amazement

There is such recurrence in my head

Treatments couldn't stop this tedium

Fear of being unsatisfied

Passion against envy

I wait for sleepiness to wake up

The day which makes me live again

I'll reach this idea

Then, the next is you

Can reach this idea