14 may 2014, 21:10

Morbid existence 

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In the lonesome hours, when it hurts
I breathe by violence, folded in silence
I lost into discovered, washed out the reasons
Empty future I see, this is my reality
Wеre are the losers, dead without intelect...
In a world of hellish monsters I have to fill with respect

Counterfeit creatures cure the anger
Despair in my head, despise the death
Instinctive aggression throw me back
Helpless convulsions - empty world, black

My boring memories are forgotten long ago
It's hard to walk with life long been sold
Painful past, abandoned dreams
I kill the blame, but it's all the same
Growing depression, look inside
Rage and fury, no beam of light

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