Uneasiness, hopelessness
By cold drops on forehead
Powerless, weakness
All are toppled from hands
Sadness, madness
Four walls of eternal prison
Lifeless, soulless
Where dead season only
With every new mourning
I open my eyes
And see a same picture
And feel all same emptiness
Self-destruction, self-illusion
No light in the end of subway
Self-abstraction, self-mutation
From life to death, what insure and save
In negation of deep depression
Defrauding itself that all well
Reliable protection and right solution -
9 grams of lead and gun beside temple
Shadow of death for my back
Her dead breathe on my face
I feel her cold hands
But last that I hear - a shot
