Часть 1

I'm sinking down. No light, no hope around. Below's just dark. What wings are we talking of? Inside it's scorched — to ashes on the ground, and emptiness's the only real thing left to love. The sun would burn my eyes up in the sky. Amber hares danced softly on the wall. Now not a single ray. Just blue, dead and dry. The past has turned to nothing — that is all. I'd love to fade in smoke, but I don't smoke. I'd tear a curtain from the greyish haze! But better yet, I'll just stay broke, and no one gives a single fuck anyway. Sadness's my name. The mask is on my face. Not one fake muscle twitches into a smile. Where is the point of no return from this place? What's gnawing me — I'd die and not reconcile. To stare at one spot for hours — it helps me through. Don't think. Don't be. Don't breathe in the attack. I'm not alive. I'm just waiting for something new. I'm not alive. I'm scared of a new heart crack. Of a new heart crack… New… I'm scared.