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.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
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.
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