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Sitting in empty halls

My mind goes away far to nonexistence

A long ago not having a rest ideas

Distort the verge of reality there

Are not rest and dream in me

Rest is not present gladness

My reason is lost

One candle burns in me

A physical body

Together exhausted itself

I see life hysteric

Madness destroyed in a head

Ship pacified

I see the world other

Portals of perversions

Consciousness does not sleep a long ago

A beast does not sleep a long ago

In that I transformed

Not noticing transformations

I live a few I live

Deprivation of reason

Logical ending of my pangs

When a rest-time will come

A grave waits a heat draws it

As a warm bed

In that I will be able to have a good sleep and

Eternal emptiness and darkness

Will submerge in eternal emptiness

Rest for me the best is not present

My only treating doctor it is death

That I look forward to already thousand years

A grave waits a heat draws it

As a warm bed

In that I will be able to have a good sleep and

Will submerge in eternal