Nocturnal Cycle
Nocturnal Cycle
Noctural cycle
i can’t see.. I can’t taste… but i can feel
as the poor suffering fears
when the death knocks at the door
i sickly apprehend those long and gloomy nights
the awakening calls
making an unbearable noise
ouh.. I know
day after day… it’s back
and my patience
is exhaust to a consciousness level
that i cannot seize
the time and his notions penetrate me
all over my body
i must fear my own self
on the slippery wall… where i crawl