The moment  I close my eyes
I see before me my life
Basically just a striving after wind...
Nothing to show ...
Nothing to live for...

The bird's rattling my only friend,
where there was light, the there came darkness,
where love began, ended in a piece  of dust.
The only feeling that fills my veins pumping with adrenaline ,
Trying to make me feel alive

is  the metal iron sword  that digs deep in battle to emotion...
  that just  leaves streams of blood red tears on my black depressive skin  . Most people will not understand,
but those who do
I'm sorry...