I look at the grey heart-shaped clock on the wall in front of me. The time is 1:20pm. The black tie is getting too tight on my neck. I release the knot a bit. My palms are clammy and sweaty. My forehead must be beaded with sweat.
In between circles of confusing chaotic mumbles
please at least grant me a peaceful night rest
and save me the fight with my soul
me, myself and I
or the silhouetted fantômes
of undead troubles lashing
out before me