Laying in the poetry

And night in exchange for \

I return.

I pull the burden of \

It tires me out.

And your name in exchange for\

... I escape.

I suspect about an ivention

... It fed me up.

I can't cope with anynthing else, but \

It comes.

I don´t reach your \

Is hiding itself.

Today, I cannot

... talk with you.

And my name is the same as yours.