Quiet, alone.

entire darkness

and i feel every part

of my entire self, 

and i'm not drunk

you know it's just life

disease of sex,

life fucks me well,

and my eyes tired

of crying by my rapists

and my heart

just totally tired

tired of all these nights,

all these nights full of sadness

deeper in entire darkness,

instead all i do is cry,

eyes open to this madness 

i do feel how floor moves

i do feel uncomfortable heart 

i do feel my numb face at the selfish air

see how selfish it is

just as me,

and how it flows, 

and how it doesn't find no home.

crying for was 

crying for what is not,

feeling numb inside

and feeling completely 

everything at all,

dying full of sadness

in the entire darkness.