This Void is Alive

I get out of bed
I hear a voice in my head
Boiling down for the sake of expression
This voice in my head screams every day
Every time I think, the pain keeps piling up
What I really want to pour out
Instead, I keep silent against myself
I who have nothing
Neither heaven, nor hell
I am the one who can bring both
Compounded on the face of the world
I see myself again
Heh, already fallen from glory
Fighting myself continuously
I try to fix it, but it comes out annoyance
I can't breathe
Always want to be free
Do not see ngunduh wohing pakarti
The head whispers about asylum in the emptiness of the strata
There is no master, no servant
There is nothing
And this void has life