Silence of the night, painful silence,
Nocturne... Why does my soul tremble like this?
I hear the low hum of my blood.
I watch a calm storm pa** inside my skull.
Insomnia! Not to sleep, and perchance
to dream. To be the whole soliloquy
of spiritual dissection, my Hamlet-I!
To dissolve my sadness
in one night's wine,
in the marvelous crystal darkness...
And then I wonder: When will it be dawn?
A door just closed...
Someone is pa**ing on the street...
The clock strikes three...It must be Her!