Uneasiness, hopelessness By cold drops on forehead Powerless, weakness All are toppled from hands Sadness, madness Four walls of eternal prison Lifeless, soulless Where dead season only With every new mourning I open my eyes And see a same picture And feel all same emptiness Self-destruction, self-illusion No light in the end of subway Self-abstraction, self-mutation From life to death, what insure and save In negation of deep depression Defrauding itself that all well Reliable protection and right solution - 9 grams of lead and gun beside temple Shadow of death for my back Her dead breathe on my face I feel her cold hands But last that I hear - a shot