I died mentally but my body lives on
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Half a life I lead as I linger on
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Sorrow I breed and sorrow I feed
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Half a death I suffer as I try to withdraw
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My sickness is no disease
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A mind in hell
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Can such a thing be revealed
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In silence I cry out
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Born dead my plea for relief
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They speak of sweetness
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They speak of harmony
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They speak of romance
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They speak of felicity
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Such words are alien to me
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So let me remain in my domain
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Leave me be
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They swarm in sunshine
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They gather in sweet light
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Oh let them, let them
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Half
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Paradigma |