My black dolour

From the depth of subconsiosness
The arrows of pain strike my soul
The only, the deepest emotions, sorrow and hate
Are the ones that form my mind, are the ones to dominate
No longer a human fighting for life
Starring through the depth of my eyes makes me feel that I'm never alive

The loss of the soil under feet comes like a wave of dolour
Showing the weakness and pride of your soul, waiting for changes or fall

Neverending remains of my sorrow - nails in inhumanous wood
They summon all purposes and fantasies and destroy all the remnants of mood

I am running through times of no future keeping a bottle of wine
I exist in the world of nonsense, illusions, exist in the black world of mine