Immaterial being, naseous restelss thinking,
I am sick to death of believing
that I am anything else but sinking,
head raptured in empty dreaming,
pulse bounding, doubts teeming.
Eyes are screaming, skin is creeping,
No rest for the wicked, with a heart so addicted,
leave me blank and insipid,
can feel the pain, can feel the distance,
can feel the weight of existence
in a place far away from you,
in a world far from the truth,
I don't know what I have left to lose.