My reality is imperfect,
And I know that it pulls me down.
It's just someone invented a verdict,
Who can barely kidding damn.

I believe in my strong emotions:
They can save a demented me.
In a dream, I swallow air in portions,
While awake, freedom cannot be seen.

Is everyone says, that it's treatment:
Run but always hit in the walls?
Now my only adored achievement -
Hear the screams of suffering souls.

I'm torn madly go for a walking
How I once dreamed about be home.
Yes, I'm sure that fear is stopping
Or at least I'll survive not alone.
02.04.2020.