To spit in the soul, Russian-style,
To burn it to the bone, down to the fragile heel.
Smile to the face, crush the grape,
Strangle and embrace, laugh until you cry.
Throw all meaning to the wind, as if it were a joke.
How toothless, how frightening, how true...
Cheap, isn’t it?
It’ll do, perhaps.
Never return—
Keep moving forward,
Forgiving not you, but forgiving myself.
All of this is a game of symbols,
Where meaning is a prisoner.
Boundaries shatter language,
I tear apart context, creating a new moment.
And in this, we are but fragments of emptiness,
Feeling only the shadow of someone else’s warmth.
To strangle and embrace—that is my verdict.
Let this world burn like a frozen bonfire.
Disappear and remember? Perhaps.
Dust of worlds on my boots, my mind—a wreck.
All words on a leash, all love in the snow.
Go on, scream into the void,
Hug the emptiness. Sorrow boils within.
Rough, ******—yet that’s where happiness lies.
Human, you are forgiven for your misery.

Rebellion, passion, death, triumph, and failure.