Nowhere, too little

Blind streets, wasted time... What else is left to live?

Don't search for me anymore, don't call me

I can't hear your voice anymore

'cause in my veins they found

the sweet darkness liquor

provided by smoothly pills

to which I  commended this last desire

Perhaps after the body there's something after the soul

and my atoms won't spread into the void

but will feel new dimensions

and emotions.

Time elapsed

and i hope that regretting earthquake

will

stop.