Dying

I see myself on strange walls, with a face of an ape and it calls my name
without to breath, I feel eden in my blood, somewhere between you and my death.
So let me spit it out, let me vomitt, let me feel so sick now, let me kill it…
I’m dying…
I’m dying of being me…
I’m dying…
Of being without you.
I feel myself in a dreamless sleep and I want that you feel it too,
near to your heart, so deep…
And I’m dying…