My life’s clock is ticking.
It’s fucking hurts.
Pain… Happiness is oblivion.
Existence is absolutely useless…
Life has no purpose…
Every thought is a lie.
The night is dark just as all the nights before.
There’s no hope…
There’s no way…
Even suicide is another fucking lie.
What should I do?
These lungs are filled with blood.
This cough is bloody too.
Death would be my escape…
..Or madness?
10.5.12.
На английском 10. 5. 12
© Copyright: Самохин Константин, 2012
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