I can feel.

But the door is locked.

I wear my beauty.

In the mirror it's mocked.

It's rotting and dying.

A rose is devouring my brains,

It's starving.

Why not appease its hunger?

It's get a good taste...

I don't need any drugs,

My madness - the only drug of mind.

Something that has come out

of the World's control,

Something God has invented

to have a good fun...

or to run an experiment?

or to enjoy a new pun?

Dying of despair

Dying of nothing...

Nobody cares...

Dying for nothing...

For nothing can happen,

Nothing can help...

Still I'm falling mad

Sliding to Hell...

Anybody! Save me!

No answer.

Nothing to say.

Bottomless abyss of oblivion

before me

Is ready to absorb

the next senseless prey...