Do not want to swallow the same cliche all over again
warm hand, would you stay with me during the winter ?
It gets cold in November, and after even more
and my eyes tear in the awe of paranoia.


My heart is being empty
for a moment, the clock stops
I cannot breath with my lungs 
they sink in the foggy state of my body
and I fall asleep again.


If I loose it, I know...
there is a half-eternal sleep
which will carry me trough...
While I am healing.