Is this night just filled with drugs,
Or there could be something more in my mind?
Should we adore these mindless fucks,
If there is so much more that we could find?
Sounds are possessing inner sense,
Freezing.
Is she really at her best glance,
Screaming.
Blood, sucked.
Love, fucked.
Could this life be more than just a dream,
Promises of choking for the unwanted reading,
We are all in race to gather bigger redeem,
Things are not at all as they seem.