My dark friend
I hold no clue, I see no colors, the voices are confusing me.
Sometimes I sleep, honestly, I'm frightened to wake up.
A battle in my head, instability, chaos, and tears, I pity myself.
Death keeps calling non-stop, urging me to finish my drama.
His voice endures within the strata of my demented brain
It's not your country, those are not your people come to me, an empty bed is awaiting for you sleep, sleep forever, don't worry.
Anxiety is just a mist in our place, come home, come home.