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.