Paradigma Half
I died mentally but my body lives on Half a life I lead as I linger on Sorrow I breed and sorrow I feed Half a death I suffer as I try to withdraw My sickness is no disease A mind in hell Can such a thing be revealed In silence I cry out Born dead my plea for relief They speak of sweetness They speak of harmony They speak of romance They speak of felicity Such words are alien to me So let me remain in my domain Leave me be They swarm in sunshine They gather in sweet light Oh let them, let them
