Sleep will not come to us; it will not relieve our pain,
Sleep will not take over us, let us rest again and again,
Whispers will not silence our screams and our sighs,
Whispers will not block out the despair that opens our eyes,
Love can never learn to breathe through crowded solitude,
Love can never learn to be singular or a multitude,
Our minds cannot combat what we are they cannot fathom air,
Our minds cannot be opened by our own despair,
Time cannot awaken us from our counterfeit rest,
Time cannot halt the feelings in side of our chest,
We are the insomnia, the raging and the sick,
We are the suspended waiting for something to click,
We are filled with hate we are the chosen,
I close my eyes but despair forces them open
Post je objavljen 27.03.2005. u 10:56 sati.