Falling down to the shoulders of abyss.
At that moment, when you are drawing- there is time for dreams.
Keep moving on, even if it's not up.
For the out side, everything looks okay, lives –stays as they are.
Try to be addicted, for the sadness drug.
All- is actually nothing, the meaning of your hours, had already gone.
If you thought that there is one truth, you are wrong – there are billions.
And you hear voices, screaming – it is your troubles which go come.
Nothing is for sure, even not your brotherhoods, one day they will leave you.
Life, means- a perpetual war against dispositions.
The engine works occasionally but when he doesn’t,
There is a loud yelling which is followed by-