I can feel. But the door is locked. I wear my beauty. In the mirror it's mocked. It's rotting and dying. A rose is devouring my brains, It's starving. Why not appease its hunger? It's get a good taste... I don't need any drugs, My madness - the only drug of mind. Something that has come out of the World's control, Something God has invented to have a good fun... or to run an experiment? or to enjoy a new pun? Dying of despair Dying of nothing... Nobody cares... Dying for nothing... For nothing can happen, Nothing can help... Still I'm falling mad Sliding to Hell... Anybody! Save me! No answer. Nothing to say. Bottomless abyss of oblivion before me Is ready to absorb the next senseless prey...
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