Is this night just filled with drugs,
Or there could be something more in my mind?
Should we adore these mindless *****,
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, ******.
Love, ******.

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.