Cruelly, painfully you are thriving
Opened up an invisible flood gate,
Ruin tormenting our living corpse.
Our wan and wrinkled form,
Nothing will remain of us,
Are we already a past tense?
Violently scared, and panic-stricken,
Irate, bemused and confused,
Rational thinking out of the window,
Utterly isolated, enforced loneliness,
Sink into your dreams and rest there.