Oblivion - like grey thread, rounds grey cocoon
Loss - like gloomy dream, rounds consciousness
Tiredness - like heavy stone, afflicts heavy head
Darkness - like boomerang , returns each time
I look in to a gulf , I strain my eyes
I look out for hope in the dark pit
Falling my body in the black depth
Will I find something on the bottom?
I persist ... for a while
What does it mean?
I persist ... to spite myself
I persist ... against my logic
My feeling fade away - I'm looking for them
But where do they hide themselves?
Where do they fade away?
I persist.... but nothing else
I live.... and that's all
I thing ...just to spite other
I am...and I can't change it