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Everything that he lived, erased by himself,

Turning a string of days to a dead point.

As if interrupted the film with his own fate,

Not even knowing exactly what is behind her.

Where is my pain? Come to me

Rigger forces that fight alive.

Where is my passion? In eternal fire,

She hid in the veins, crumbling them.

My turn to put the ends

All incomplete lines that deprived of strength and sleep.

Time lies, cuts are erased,

All that gnawed at yourself and you fully.

Where is my blood? Falls in the eyes

Thirsty with tears to spill into the light.

Where is my flesh? I am a wave.

A scream in the void: nobody!

I know. TAY.

I know. I deny

I know. TAY.

I know. I am dying.

"I myself ruined everything that I played all this time without caring about

What awaits next. Drank his soul as a wine and absolutely did not think if there was a bottom

In this vessel. What can I say? Where to look for comfort? Having renounced everyone

And when I was lying as a loner, I was too proud to ask for forgiveness.

That after going: only fat dots. "

I squeeze to the limit.

And there is no one to help me.

Stretched nerves

They blow the body into shreds.

And the links are torn with a clang

Longing about the most hidden.

And in the black hole in the steps

For a long time already broken.

Or maybe just finished

My way to fly and fall.

And the wire is de -energized,

Once an hour came, I need

A bright flash will disappear,

Having glorified his moment.

And at once hundreds of new

They will light up themselves immediately ...

"Well, here he is, while there are no words ... a person who believed on his deathbed, a righteous lecherous ... How could I live in a half of strength? Give me wine, I will drink everything to a drop and start an empty bottle of the world in the face. Show me The gentlemen of Jesus in torment and I climbed onto the cross and pull out nails from his hands to stick them into my ... I leave this world barely dragging my legs. The spilled wine has not yet dried up on the open Bible. I look at the punch of angels and see the dancing angels. Well ... now you like me? "