It seems impossible to lie,
in the dark night,
in the silent room.
There is no distraction for my mind,
there is nothing to stop me from thinking.
The moment before I go to sleep,
the moment is the cage,
thinking about all of it.
What I used to have,
what I have.
All of you can imagine is a bit,
but suffering is a not just a bit you see,
the torture made on me every night,
it's just gargantuan.