اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My mind circulates
Thoughts of passing
Discolored and dry
Terrified
Bled of connection
Voiceless
Dejected
Without definition
I'll be no one
To obliterate the mind's invention
I'll surrender to mouthing affirmations
Helpless in my own severance
Eaten up by my own thoughts
Dangerous in my ignorance
Deep in my dead revolving dream
Mourning my body
Dull and frail
I'll be no one
