As the night approaches and the sun sets down.
My head falls heavy in my pillow.
Swallowing me whole with it’s never ending cycle of pain, tears and sorrow.

Slowly sinking into the darkness of this torment, slowly closing my eyes.
“Why don’t I feel rested?”
My head starts to pound against the pillow for what’s supposed to feel soft now feels hard as a stone.

Moving around, twisting, adjusting myself searching for a place to settle,
abruptly the comfort slips further away.

For a fleeting moment it felt like a sweet embrace quickly turning into a frozen winter, cold, dark, a solitude without end.

The spiraling snakes would now like to devour the entire World; nuclear fission may increase the actual value of mortalities in the eyes of "some" - of course as unnecessary collateral losses -, a white condensation trail inevitably passes over a person's head, left by some luxury private plane while reaching Earth orbit. The rule of the constantly suspicious sentries that remain open still returns now and then.

At the last moment, perhaps after five hundred years, the Cyclops-brained titans enriched with testosterone, who have deliberately forgotten the proper manners, the conditions of behavioral codes, the eloquent ins and outs of compliments, will also become extinct; anniversary rings are driven through broken or white diamond wedding rings, because fewer and fewer of them can only truly experience the feelings of the Universe, which alone reside unnoticed in the depths of beating hearts.

They grow respectable beer bellies not only It's pounding, but it's quite a lot, gentlemen Pál Pató, and while the great gentleman's party-dario, bolsoly-babysitter is going on, it's as if everyone is no longer able to bear the enriched, concentrated half-hearted appearance-happiness.

- The city of Nineveh, which has long surrendered to partying, is thus becoming an increasingly sinkable Atlantis, a tiny island of nowhere, which at any moment - if they're not careful - can be swept away by the moving Danube. It would be better to head straight in the opposite, more vulnerable directions, because now everyone is considered a bit of a good actor in fair-boy comedies; what is failure and success at the same time was actually a lesson and a make-up exam! One day - in any case - he will be forced to take off his mask and become a shameless clown!

You awaken something ungodly within me 
As Dracula would’ve in Van Helsing
I believe.
If Van Helsing had had 

A young woman’s heart.