You have days
when you think the world will end
but it's only you.

Days when nights
seem unbearable ungraspable endless
finally you wake.

And you find there
light difficult to grasp inner-cloudy
but you persist

and even there
in the metronome of not knowing
there is solice

solice and grief
the aging demons look even scarier
but somehow vanish.

You have days
you think your world will end¬
but I'm here.