At times like this, amok often reigns in the head Complaints accompany sleep all day Revolt to and fro It's never good from the right or left ear
Awake when people isolate themselves; dying Sleep with an effort to escape tendentious thoughts Perceived briefly in the planning that was never discussed Missing monologue with swearing and cracking and cursing
Traces and shadows haunt the footsteps The devil opened the door wide; come on!
Sobs broke out The children in the soul are no longer heard