Tíu sek. úr huga geðsjúklings (útlenska)
What is this, what is that?
Sitting in the dark
I ask my self this question
over and over again...
This is this,
and that is that.
I hear comming from the walls...
But there isn´t
anybody there.
So I hold my breath down,
hoping I can kill my self
that way but every time I do it
someone interups me...
Little,
purple,
shining creature,
who are you?
Are you the one,
the one who gets me there in the end? Then why don´t you
let me do it?
Just let me die!
Let me end it,
like everyone else
who are locked up
in this white room!
Ooohh!
I can´t take it any more!
I want it so badly,
to die...
The next morning the dark is darker then dark and death is deader than dead...
Sitting in the dark
I ask my self this question
over and over again...
This is this,
and that is that.
I hear comming from the walls...
But there isn´t
anybody there.
So I hold my breath down,
hoping I can kill my self
that way but every time I do it
someone interups me...
Little,
purple,
shining creature,
who are you?
Are you the one,
the one who gets me there in the end? Then why don´t you
let me do it?
Just let me die!
Let me end it,
like everyone else
who are locked up
in this white room!
Ooohh!
I can´t take it any more!
I want it so badly,
to die...
The next morning the dark is darker then dark and death is deader than dead...