What is a measure of pain? Is it in bytes or in useless poetries? Or maybe in endless grey days?
Pain has a color of the sky, Sound of rain or waiting for the sun Just one step from the madness…
Sometimes she calls you, Breathing, attracting by the innocent eyes Tempts your spirit and brain
This is a relentless grief Perfect notes of an unwritten dead song Or maybe it's just a Sunday…
Heap of the ashes in my chest, Desired silence and rest Need for something to cure Looking for shelter and truth…
Pain is a mercy and faith Poisoned dreams, artificial words
Chain of the petty mistakes
Never ending way to the everlasting light
I recognize my voice in this scream in the night It's full of the desperate sorrows I am not alive but I have not yet died, I am like a God, I am immortal I'll never be free in a circle of sorrow