studying is saturation that separates the silent brain from sneaking in sudden slips of secretly sighing at the sparseness of the surroundings;

sparseness so shockingly similar to a sublevel sepulchre that I must steal a surreptitious glance or maybe a second one;

synonymously, i summarize with a simple statement, or maybe a simple song;



where are you? and i'm so sorry, I cannot sleep; I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always, this sick strange darkness, comes creeping on so haunting everytime;

and as I stared I counted, webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides,

like indecision to call you, and hear your voice of treason, will you come home, and stop this pain tonight?

stop this pain tonight.