Sometimes
I can’t believe my existence
See myself on a distance
I can’t get back inside
Sometimes
The air is so anxious
All my tasks are so thankless
And all of my innocence has died
Sometimes
I wake at four in the morning
Where all the doubt is swarming
And it covers me in fear

Full of anger and grieving
So far away from believing
That any sun will reappear
Sometimes
The end is not dawning
It’s not coming
The end is here