Whispers under sheets haunt me another night

Loneliness doesn’t take the voices away

But carries them in front of eyes

Because hearing just isn’t enough

Witnessing personal insanity is only the beginning

Finding the steps to climb back up

Can only be pointed out

Without someone showing the way

Falling down into graves becomes evident

So have some wine

And wait for the crash

Glass always falls to the ground

Finding the balloons to float up

Are always hiding in empty hands