I fall down

I know that I’m dumb
I feel that I’m dying
My arms are so numb
I’m falling and crying.

I don’t feel my soul
I don’t hear my voice
I fall in the hole
It’s changing my choice.

I’ll come to your flat
To listen your smell
I’ll steal up as rat
To put to you spell.

If you’ll hear a noise
It must be the snake
It must be my choice
And you must be quake.

You must come to cave
To calm and to say:
“I promise to save
Your heart and your way”.

I so want to daunt
Yourself and all worlds!
But I don’t believe
No one of your word.

I can not to say
What befall in my heart?
It’s changing my way…
Want to say but I can’t!