23 November 2012
And multiple breaks,
My mind gone soul nowhere,
Trembling life oh how it quakes,
I dreamt a dream,
But yet it's real
Little thought stream,
Hopeful me to steal,
No recovery possible,
Just live without one,
Empty space
Nothingness begun,
She stands over me,
Cunning little fox
And my still beating heart
She holds in a box.
Deathbed • Opuss № I