Furious sleep

Furious sleep

of colourless green ideas

of colourless green ideas

Isolated 

crescendo (crescendo)
The monsters make me hide,
Perhaps I'll eat myself alive....
Internally
What is there left for me to be?

I can't care for what's left me behind
And stare at light that makes me blind.
These broken walls trap me inside.

I'm isolated

Have no choice but be isolated,
Struggling, left alone apart.
Pushed aside, made segregated,
Threatened, forced to extract the heart


I'll never crawl again...
I'll never fall again....
Until I'm free and I stare at light that makes me blind...


Zinātāji sapratīs.
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