Anguish cuts the sleeps,
the mirror reflects a decadent face,
the speed makes me bear the emptiness,
the way is always the same and it goes so fast,
that I can't even perceive.
After moments somethinghas changed the images.
Nobody knows how to go back,
nobody speaks,
nobody hears.
No more know portraits,
the despair whish makes my soul anguish,
now relieves me,pain seems to be different,
I don't know way to go home,
I don't speak,
I don't hear,
I might be just one more.
I'm a human being!!
