Seven pm
And I'm slipping
Haven't closed my eyes since then
Now I'm sleepy

Every drown in slept
It's a different torture
My mind it's pranking me
I can hear the vultures

Nightmares
As if I'm there
Chill body
It never ends

Can't wake up
Can't run away
Is my mind corrupted?
Sometimes I think
I'm not the only one there

- is it late night or early morning?

And I got lost:

Of words.
Of me.

They said:
"You'll find your way"
But
There's irony in every step

- it's brutal out here

I don't like hot days
Neither beach party's
Even less heat and sweat

But it's been so long
Since the last time sun kissed me
I even enjoy the feeling
Of melting wings

- Icarus, I do understand you a bit more today

She's a living corpse walking around
Every time I scroll the screen down
I grief a little bit more
The person that's long gone

- you have the face, but you're not her anymore

I often get lost in your words
Even when I understand what you saying

- drowning in your thoughts

I wanted to get over you for so long
That now that I am
It doesn't feel like an accomplishment at all

- what about now?