Voiceless Void

Undeliberate insomniac. Now heavily bound to my own vesania. Flush of sounds within the cancerated brain is messing around its unprotected pulp, just like insects beat into the hot bulb glass, striving for light without any idea why they are used to do it.
I'm drained like never before, and what is more depressing, I don't know where to get the juices to revive myself. This cold, nasty and dank winter occupied not only the outer world, but also every corner of my mind. Nowhere to run - it's blind-alley...

My agonizing screams,
The edge of grave...
I bury down my sins
In silent cave.

The everlasting sound,
My poisoned grace
Will kiss the bleeding ground
In death embrace...

In solitude.