In ways of sleep walking
i see myself in abiss that is my soul.
In the cold remains of your neglect.
In the sorrow of a broken heart
and the odours of bodies well spend.
Do i even sleep standing up ?
My broken laughter ecoes in the empty house
a step away from madness, i cry loud in rage .
Wishing never to cross paths with you
and now another soul is added to this equation.