Light
I'm falling,
To birthplace of death and peace.
I pay the equivalent of my unvoluntry existence,
And I am dying, in a unreasonable suffering.
I'm not excited
And I don't actually like poetry.
Pains echo in my head,
Even if it doesn't show in my face.
My dignity is not due to my intelligence...
To birthplace of death and peace.
I pay the equivalent of my unvoluntry existence,
And I am dying, in a unreasonable suffering.
I'm not excited
And I don't actually like poetry.
Pains echo in my head,
Even if it doesn't show in my face.
My dignity is not due to my intelligence...