Black hoodies
over neck sweaters...

Strangle myself I will
with your soft, black hair...

Some people
are really sick...

Some people of the past
should thank the Lord...

We all felt
How darkness can consume...

It does not matter
if it's dark or light...

So this is
how insomnia must feel...

Every night I feel it
All this inner frustration...

Nature made us
so we could find...

Some times
I put on these glasses...

Somebody,
please help me...

Our story maybe recent
But it doesn't lack meaning...