Close your eyes
Waves lick your skin
No fear, no feelings
Now you are clean
Sinking is the rest
If you tired
A strange kind of flying
No black and no white
Night and day
Pleasure and pain
What’s the difference?
No idea should I stay or should I go
Every second minute asking
Where I am…
At the same time understanding
I don’t know
Don’t be afraid
The trees look like walls
Don’t try to scream
In the infinite halls
Sun is unreal
Blue sky is torn
Your life is useless
And you are unborn
28.01.1992 , Moscow
Real Axe
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