I began to notice more and more things
That is meant that my brain is dying.
There is probably some way to fix
Me. But it will be difficult to find.
I'm afraid to lose last pieces of mind.
Sometimes I smile to the mirror.
In the eyes of reflection
I see a frightening stranger.
He wants to kill more and more.
I would like to get rid of him.
But we are used to each other.
This draining symbiosis is killing me.
A terrible low voice will pronounce "Who is here !?"
In response to a knock to inside me.
A stream of sticky acid will open on it.
All this will happen if I do nothing.
But the disappointments in myself that I opening
Drive me away from this thought.
Hopefully, everything will be good,
Despite awareness of fading.