Exhaustion, Is what rings through my senses as I am about to pass out, Quater past three, it has been me who wrote through the night until now, serene and clear was it's beginning which now only became a dark memory, recurring in my sleepy mind begging for slumber, However, such are the thoughts of one who was too weak, Knowledge was ****** into me, yet the chains of destiny remain bounding, almost tying me up to some sort, I cannot escape. Oh how I cannot escape this dreamlike tale of misry and restlessnes, Oh how I couldn't protect my heart in love from dying back then. It all came to the point of no return until they were replaced. But why not me ? What was it which I had left to do to go as well ? Perhaps it was decided that it should have been so all along, I shouldn't complain, even though humans live wretchedly, Living and finding a new light to hang onto, Is what I find very beautiful