I can't eat, can't sleep
Still I hunger for you when you look at me
That face, those eyes
All the sinful pleasures deep inside
Tell me how, you know now, the ways and means of getting in
Underneath my skin,
Oh you were always my original sin
And tell me why,
I shudder inside, every time we begin
This dangerous game
Oh you were always my original sin
A dream will fly
The moment that you open up your eyes
A dream is just a riddle
Ghosts from every corner of your life

I recieved a punch to the stomach and now I can't breathe. It lasts and lasts and I hold my breath when the air comes back to me. I left my skin and I live solely in air and thoughts. Its a bit like medidating, only unintended.

What happens when your body and your thoughts becomes a prison only you can break free from, only you have the key to, but cannot seem to find it?

My skin is crawling and I have two tiny dwarfs fighting over my thought, like they're ropes to be cut off and owned... I feel like dying and dancing at the same time. Let me get some sleep!