It's like there is a slow turbine,
that turns and churns my guts inside,
but when you ask if I am fine,
I'll say I am, I'll smile and hide,
the creeping darkness in my mind,
of dried-up blood and tears and pain,
felt by the hands noone could find,
before the bombs started to rain.

Cause I don't wanna sleep,
If that would make me see,
Another day alike,
Come sooner

The fleeting hours pass,
Though I wish they could just,
Slow down and let me think,
Let me breathe

Had only my eyes closed,
All future dreams arose,
Scared me not to open,
Them again

I thought the recipe,
For a happy human,
Can be read easily,
Help from a librarian,
I'll be served with the book,
Listing the ingredients,
Then with a passing look,
I'll note the expedients,
That must be collected,
I'll note the exact steps,
That must be adopted,
In the daily subjects,
Of the people I love,
That I wish I could make,
Happiness from the stove,
Purpose of life I'd bake

Like a layered sponge cake

Do not stare into the infinite light,
Open the window not, too bright, too bright...
As feet unravel soil beneath the soles,
Let worms arise, creeping through the pores,
Flat endless ceiling up overhead,
Unbounded vastness, should be instead
Understandable

Rage, rage against the dying of the mind

Air of sharpness cuts my throat,
As I look out from the boat,
At the life I left behind,
If I only were more kind,
To the voice that did not stop,
Talking "Land's close just hop, just hop"
But that's not what I did, could not,
Crush souls so full of love,
Burn bridges on my stove,
I squashed the voice inside,
And found a place to hide,
My dreams of cheery smile,
Without wanting to die