AGONY PARTS MY SENSES.I wish my heart could walkAlbeit it talks.I think my hurt grows , bymorning , noon , I know.The herb is late so slow.Who knows , who will know?Why I sleep as I walk!No , why did you had to go?My broken stature hangs on my face,like a case without a trace to proveher innoncess.Bye bye my listener if you endevour to.Bye bye my love if you loved too,for now it’s too late ,and time is illfor thee am drowning gradually , agonyParts my senses.