So very tired... Things are going round... Northern lights inside — they hurt my mind Spices by design burn my tongue and make me cry Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself ... ... so disturbing ... I know the feeling I wanna be the one I saw and heard it all It's safely stored inside my head Still there are bins, though Containing fragments unescaped... ...even when the soul...
When the soul desires rest When the soul — would like to sigh out of fatigue When the soul — when the soul desires rest When the soul — when the soul would want to sleep Here it comes again I don't know where to ... I'm spinning round and round it Gone out — out of myself I see myself — sit beside myself And I'm an eye... I'm an eye-witness to the murder of myself