Liar, they tell me
Liar, determined
The silence of the cars outside brokes the glass and through the wall of anesthetics reaches the terminations of my heart giving a pleasing smooth vibration.
I start thinking about that article i read on a newspaper lately,i din't pay much attention to it.
But now i know what it meant. my body is a machine, only flesh, blood, bones and no soul, here.
I am my soul, a burnt brain is the funeral for a person. not that i am a genius.
My body will be useless food for maggots and nothing else, when my mind will be dead.
I don't want to be a vegetative skeleton when my mind is dead.

Damnit, the anasthetics don't work on me, no more, and in the delirium of pain
(i am such a whining bitch, many suffer more than me) i want to puke, i want to sleep,
I want to stop this whirlwind of whining thoughts, i want to change myself, body and mind. now!
I can feel it coming
The ecstasy of a painless rest
I can feel i fade in melancholy, once again