When the brain dies.
You becam a victim yourself.
You thought that everything is nice.
But it turned out that waiting for you death.
This depression is inside of you.
Look, she eat your soul.
For you it will not be new.
You're already dead. It's too late now.
You can still grab, but the edge too far.
Your resistance to yourself so grand.
You're not anything, but being aware of it.
When the brain and the soul turns into gray thing.