A Figure depletes in a glass of misfortune.
Worn down of convincing oneself figure anticipates the chimerical pursuit
Of a miracle floating in eternal disgust.
Figure retires from reality
Fading to a brightest gloom of vicarious thoughts.

A single touch and my heart tears itself apart.
Will you defend it?
Just let me make a mistake with a spiteful snake.
'cause I'm not prepared for the war.

I am defaced with a mud and lust, rained with hysteria
Of somnific reveals, warped out with deceit.
I crumble and fall to ashes.
Murderous sounds break the canvas, tear the ears apart.
Man sinks in slops up to one's neck.
No way for better life.

Miserable existance is your fate.
Try to find the exit. Die trying.

I Sent your kids to dig a graves for themselves.
I Sent your kids to dig their latest home.
Chain them in a casket as a source of a dismal melody.

Slough of despond.
A subtle pleasure to be beaten and devastated.
Slough of despond.
A subtle pleasure to be humiliated.

Why won't I stand up and run towards bright horizons?

Why won't I stand up and fight?
Why won't you let me away?
Romance has turned to backbite,
Hunter has turned into prey.

Encore! Encore! Encore!
Turn me into prey!
Encore! Encore! Encore!
Turn me.

Severed throat is fringed with trail of lipstick,
Disemboweled with a single kiss.
She asks to take her hand again,
Though we both know she means something obscene.

Capture this moment in your mind,
Frame only terror and deceit.
This is our last moment.
We've built an artificial wall between our poisoned minds
To break it once again.

This scene ends with deceiving and plenty wiredrawn hopes and promises.
Unbearable.
I can't stay here with you.
Unbearable.
I'm so indefensible.

This violent heat grows into deadly chilling.

I'm frozen up to a bone.
With no opportunity to thaw out.

You are virus, aimed on self-deprecation.
This maze is still impassable.
Unconscious tendency to pin a blame on the beloved and make one feel like
A slave in the chains of amber,
Blindfolded with wonder has no chance to cease.
Result is self-defeating.

Someone told me that I've already seen the best of whole lifetime.
I'm afflicted to believe in a coming day when I will face the worst.

I draw my future so bright and in the past I keep the best,
Taking no notice of present moment.
As if I put my life aside,
As if I can ammend it.
As if I can change anything.

I can't attempt to repel an optimistic thoughts.
I hope thing are better.
I can't attempt to repel an optimistic thoughts.
I hope thing will come better.

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