Many times, many times I swayed.
That endless trance that never recede.

Many times, many times I called.
That name that never exist.

You tore me into thousand piece of lone fragments, that cannot be pieced.

Reality...
You are such cruel being,
such fearful soul.

How can I forbid that transition?
Transition of you through me?
How?

It hurts. It hurts. Hurts