There is a devil in my head
Hey, what's wrong?
Feeling suddenly alone?
Or forgotten? Or forlorn?
Mind about to be torn?
Heart is beating slower, faster?
You cannot escape disaster!
Thoughts are tangled, not complit?
Want to make your ends to meet?
Bravo, bravo, you're so wise!
In this world you're tiny mice!
Falling fast for every trap,
Breaking miserable heart,
Howling, mouling, mumbling, crying.
But for whom you had been lying?
And to whom your muffled screams
Are directed with the whims?
To your friends or to the God?
(None of which exists, you, brat!)
You're sink in pity? Burn in guilt?
With the pain your joints are filled?
Well, there's only one to blame,
And there's only one to shame.
One and only of a kind!
One, that you will never find.
Why, you wonder, never find?
Cause it learned well how to hide!
No! Not fight! It never fights!
Cause for fights it have no rights,
As it thinks, as it concluded,
Whilst living in the ruins,
Picking fragments of the soul,
Just to shatter them and blow!
What a pity! What a waist!
You can't bit this with no weight
In your words and in your body!
Hold the grip you're losing, buddy!
Cheer up! It's not that bad,
If you will be really dead...
Think it through: no pain,
No feelings, no depression,
No foul beings. And no you!
You should be glad,
To be nothing in the end!
Hear this? Feel this?
No? You don't?
Why the stillness? Why so cold?
Speaking? Some words from your lips
Falling down on ground beneath?
You are sorry and relieved,
That your life became complite?
Foolish creature! Stupid thoughts!
You are dead! No life! No more!
You'll be scattered with no sound!
You'll be buried in the ground!
With no sound? Yes, nothing more
Then the silence to withdraw.
You were born with sreams and hussle,
You will die in silent castle
Of your mind, your voice and soul.
Here we go right down, below.
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