I used to feel... I used to sense what were Inside of me. To feel waves of difference, Waves which brought me to live. I enjoyed this live in me, Breathing and feeling, Burning and suffocating. Didn't curse another life When bearing death inside.
Now all things i do bear Are all gone and free. This, myself... Now fleeing around death. Cursing the hour, And another life... Which whom i used To care. Now... Watching myself, My own life Fading to afar... Listening thes voices And trying to tell them That will soon be gone...