I just made a contact to the dark mist of explosion.
While I'm floating.
It has drained away my thoughts
and it turned me to defection,
a mass confusion.

Flying high to understand,
all that mess what's in this land
of self destruction.
Born and raise up to be dead,
And that's the way it always ment to be.
Cannot take it.

It started, 
I'm bleeding,
in scars there's affections.
While driving,
Realizing,
that my heart can't go on.
Too late to decide.

Is this end or it is start.
Cannot see, 
oh my eyes,
bleeding out this hard day fight against with love.
Hexaffected.
Do not see.
What I feel, 
quess it's life what don't have to be real.