I am dreaming in a sleepless night where the moon is black and the sky is white.

Your absent presence has long been the cause, 

Of the pleasure I find in spending days of remorse.

There’s a sweet pain in abundant measure,

How my sufferings have become a source of pleasure. 

This deafening silence seems forever to stay, 

And keeps my soul from the spirit astray.

Trying all I could to act naturally,

I feel I am heading towards an end deadly.