There are concrete walls all around, and a drunken gaze drowns.
White light blinds the eyes, the brain is not living insane.
Do not move your hands, they are as tough as in centuries.
Broken legs, I ceased to be a man.
The ability to move on remained somewhere outside the door.
I am blind and blinded many with my cruel manner.
There are more and more psychotropic substances in my body.
From the cold floor, the warmth of the underworld comes.
With bated breath, the harmonies change.
Grimaces in the darkness, just a trace left by Satan.
It became easier in my soul, but heavier in my legs.
I can no longer see the smile on my lips.
The bright white light fades out in the eyes.
Pictures that do not exist in life will appear.
I put a lot of commas, and a bold period at the end.
There is little comfort in the shirt, I'm just a loner psycho.
Pills are scattered across the cold floor.
I am locked in a cage, although I have long been in a coma.
The alien essence has gone to the convolutions of the brain.
In the restricted area, one shadow among the worlds.
Distracting attention, halogen light in the dark.
Instead of blood, depressants are already running through the veins.
Not responding to noise, to the voice of people in white.
Painting strange landscapes on the wall with white chalk.
Lips are dry, my mind is empty.
The pressure in the temples is stronger each time.
And only a gap from the window barely illuminates the body.
And songs, put a cross, a closed movement.
The pathogenic mechanism of development is knocked down.
The fit of rabies passes, very quickly as a bit.
Reason does not cure reality from a fairy tale.
Children's laughter in my head, mixed bright colors.
New ravings are creeping up, new fears have appeared.
The devils were standing nearby and everyone was sneering at home.
I put a lot of commas, and a bold period at the end.
There is little comfort in the shirt, I'm just a loner psycho.