Fit...
One...
Over the window freeze – Could and artic
Nobody unfit gotten how I feel.
Me hurt?
No... I dont’ know...
That unsaid with words
Lowly whole is rotate
My life is short
And it is there. The dark!
It’s there... also in me...
This feel is mysterios, it’s disaster  my sense and mind...
If i can tell someone it. The feel.
Not such words- who can mark this feel...
Somthing is agreed wrongly, gormless
If  I can do better everything...
I have a affright... affright to pain...