In the night

It stops beyond the world, it stops beyond all the terrestrial things and full, madness to be closed here in this nomadic emptiness, I before look to the nothing the unconscious one of the fall in the dark one
Vacant grumbles that full the night without the stars for company and the moon that promised did not fulfill, grumbles that if raise in air that breathe hardly, intoxicate for the tobacco of cigarettes of the others I leave for the street looking for something that not meeting here inside
I leave not to die of me, in this to circulate without chain without route without destination lost Madness in the time you are welcome to make to modify what I do not know to beg, I lose myself in the reason of the brain that does not leave me to rest, the nights are long and the mornings are preludes of the night that proceeds to them Circulates lost in the thought that hurt and wounds the eyes