Acrostichon

Sleepless

Acrostichon


staring blind; there'sonly 
darkness 
bothered by too many thoughts 
thoughts of this scattered 
world 
filled with only bitterness 

the more i try to ease my mind 
the more sorrow i feel 
the more i try to find the 
problem 
the less it seems to care 

walking through a land of memories 
a world that's now irrelevant 
tomorow's comming much to close 
still i've got no peace of mind 

getting angry at myself 
because of my self-compassion 
as if there are no other problems 
than the life of luxury i live 

reality is fading away 
finally my mind is slipping blanc 
already sk's turning grey 
arival of another day