Acrostichon Sleepless
staring blind; there'sonly darkness bothered by too many thoughts thoughts of this scattered world filled with only bitterness the more I try to ease my mind the more sorrow I feel the more I try to find the problem the less it seems to care walking through a land of memories a world that's now irrelevant tomorow's comming much to close still i've got no peace of mind getting angry at myself because of my self-compassion as if there are no other problems than the life of luxury I live reality is fading away finally my mind is slipping blanc already sk's turning grey arival of another day