So, I struggle for a last thought
One that will put me to sleep
Dark deep thoughts always enter my mind
Pure sweet thoughts fly away from me
But I capture a mixture of both and that´s what I write
No more strength I have, power always
Slowly my eyelids near the stage of clumsiness
My fingertips get numb
My breathing slows
My heart beat faints
My mind slows down and my lips get cold
All the signs I eagerly await every single night
Once they arrive they invite me finally to the other side I know so very deeply