i look at the clock
4am, another night
it's clear i'm not getting any dozing hours for myself
yet i still have to rise in two hours for class.

in this moment, i only wanted to die.
be buried under the beautiful birches in the lonely cemetery
maybe i can get all the sleep i need when i'm dead.

my heart still aches for you,
the fatal craving never subsiding.

the glowing red numbers burn into my eyes, once again
i haven't slept very well since the last time we spoke