Sleepless

Acrostichon

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