the gloom of my tired soul is reflecting in myself between us there lies a kind of sad seclusion
the shining of the moon floods the streets and endless lines of houses I can hear the echo of my footsteps
when did I start to devote myself entirely to the sleep? and when I dream of a different world there is no reason left for fear there’s nothing that depresses me no grief no sentimentality nothing but deep deep sleep
finally at home I am wrapped up in a deeper darkness and I’m unable to think about solutions
the sleep comes over me like the flood overflows the beach the moment I wake up let me feel forsaken
when did I start to devote myself entirely to the sleep? and when I dream of a different world there is no reason left for fear there’s nothing that depresses me no grief no sentimentality nothing but deep deep sleep