Now I lay here.
Surrounded by darkness.
And I really don't know,
Is this reality? Or is it just a dream"
Smell of death - morbid smell. What else can it be?
No ** anymore, my lips are blue. Nothing ** ** **
Walls are moving, deep inside. I don't care about death.
The sun's far away. No hope any more. No chance, I can't get out.
Everything I needed before, is unimportant now.
I don't need no prayers now, just give back the light.
I won't cry - not anymore. Nobody can give me help.
Rotten flowers between my hands, remembrance of my life.
Tears are rolling it's time to say goodbye.
Death brings a smile and