My litle world,

So calm and free,

Return to me.

I want neither pain

nor I want spree

Wash them, oh rain.

Wish I were cold

You were all told

All was in vain.



Living in cone

Of silence stone

Ones to death

But as if on throne

I'd feel at home

Cone'd be my breath

In very hearth

I search no wrath

and search no love.



Smiling against

Core and the eyes

I compromise

You have me convinced

Though I winced

Breaking my waists

Fight to resist

Though you insist

And glue me like paste.



I'll kill you all

And will forget

Stupit regret.

Building the wall

Takes you away

Purying my way.

You'll get got rid

Of, there'll be no Sid

And none shall recall