My view is made of shabby walls,
There’s not even a lamp to light up the details.
Don’t know how it goes, don’t even know when it started
Blank pages are made to get stories written on.
Fairytales are gone for good,
Anxiety and I live in a square meter room.
Can somebody hear me now ? I’ve been stuck in my mind for a while,
As blind as filled with the pain that we belong to,
Swallowed up in less than a second.
Torments, gravity makes me lie in bed,
For how long has the time been stretched ?
Lost in the absurd, I’m drawing straight lines with curves
I wish I could throw this mess away.