At night when everything is quiet, I often hear a cry.
This suffocating sadness, the ever oppressive silence.

Be still; the unnerving silence forcing me to look for that unfortunate creature desperately crying out for help.
Would somebody come? Does anybody even care?
It hurts, hearing that aguished cry.

Why does she mock herself? We transgressed, both of us.
Such worms, crawlers; you don't know anything.
How much we pity you.
Listen closely now...

She says she can't bear to be amongst crawlers anymore.
Wake up, the show is over.
I listen more closely, and I couldn't hear that cry anymore.
Only my heartbeat and the pouring rain outside my window.

She was me, and I am her.