Periods of
blackness when you seemed to disappear
Have grown a constant
Repentant
Beforehand
To keep in
with me leave no stone unturned
Too many
silent voices pushed me to the spiral's end
Ignorant to reason of my own consoling mind
The real advices
The ones to be trusted
I remember them all
More patient
than the rest
Run out of ways out
I demand my love back