You are all over my head.
Turning, spinning, fleeing,
you are leaving.
Signs are noticed,
signs that you are straying
or it's just nothing's ever happened.

Patience treats me as its intimate patient,
and also fear, and also nonchalant tears.
I try to get so near, my dear.
But i think fear takes me down and down

Smash me, trash me, tool me.
Drain me, drown me, drag me.
Over and over in the dark little corner
where I already hide myself.

Truth wakes me up.
In the morning, it forces me to sleep
on and on