Testo Lazy

Luring are the feminine
hands that caress me.
though they don't exist.
They keep me down in my bed.
They break my will.
I don't want to move.
They make me lazy.
These daemons of sweet kind, so cruel, drain me of vitality completely.
Hours seems like minutes
and another day is lost.
Giving up is the only pleasure.
I'm empty.
I don't want to live.
I'm half-dead.
Unable to live or to die.
I'm lazy.
I don't want to take action.
I'm paralyzed.
Unable to take action.
I'm lazy