It's very difficult to live, knowing what will happen with you. To see holl picture and not to know what to do. I want to forget. That the past leaves as a bad dream. It seems to me the world stands still and listens when I scream.
Nothing is capable to appeasing this pain. Heart is dead for a long time, blood flows from heavens as if it was rain. Initially born in chaos is useless to search for the rest. I can not believe that it's only a god's jest. I begin an infinite travel inside of spheres of emptiness. My eyes have always lied to me. My mind is shrouded in darkness.
Imperfection of soul. My way has led me to grief. But others will go next. They will have reasons to live.