Hearing, hearing, hearing, hearing...
And if feels...it feels like I...
Im the unbelievable trust...
Absorbing your bleeding lust...
Tired, tired, tired...to cry...
Crawling...too hungry to get hurt...
And death...it feels like my life...
Crystals are sensitive and crystals feel...
Everything must mean something...for me...
And everything I have done...
Is to live...Im nothing thats exist...
The secret melodies...
Shouting out their pride...
Curiosity is a half...
And the night is so dark...
Im so cold...
The night...its eating me up...
I miss you...I need you...
I love you...And then her voice vanished...
Away from the phone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem