I'm losing my mind

Lonely as the rise of shine,

personality bloody as a red wine.

Life miserable as a joke, 

as the toxin runs away from the smoke. 

Is it the reality that feels so bad,

that makes the person so lonely, sad?

The lost view in your eyes,

and hands as cold as ice.

I rarely can hear the real with my ears,

I can barely beat all my fears. 

Cannot feel anyone by my side,

I just feel how I started losing my mind.

Even life has beginning and ending,

fearful life as blood bending.

Lonely life, living on the edge, 

somehow getting into rage.

It's the same way.

That's just the same way I'm getting into the hell

it's just another way I'm going down.

It's just another way I'm going back ...

back in the reality.

It's the same way I'm crying as back voice with this winter rain

falling as a crystal drops on the ground.

I can still feel the lovely sound of this inner pain.

This is just the same way I'm getting into one major depression

I just can't take anymore this pressure over my back.

No more, no less, but everyday is lived with tension.

It's the same way I'm crying as back voice with this winter rain

and I am trying to figure out of how to take this pain.

The snow falls from the trees over the pressure it has,

it doesn't want to go, but it has, no more - no less.

The cold blood falls over the wet snow making red holes

and that's the only way a heart cries.

This is not the way I choose to live,

but it's the same way anyway. 

It's just another time I let the tears go away,

just feeling in this corner so lonely. 

That's just the same way I'm getting into the hell

it's just another way I'm going down.

It's just another way I'm going back ...

back in the reality.

Reality is just a sick place,

easily to get lost, like in the big space. 

It's just the same way I'm getting hurt again,

it's just the same way I'm going down for the very last time.

This is just the same way I'm getting into one major depression

I just can't take anymore this pressure over my back.

No more, no less, but everyday is lived with tension.

It's the same way I'm crying as back voice with this winter rain

and I am trying to figure out of how to take this pain.

The snow falls from the trees over the pressure it has,

it doesn't want to go, but it has, no more - no less.

The cold blood falls over the wet snow making red holes

and that's the only way a heart cries.

Destiny.

The pain I feel now,

Will it ever go out somehow?

The sun is going down,

I am walking all around.

I feel the pain you gave me,

Oh please I beg you to save me!

Is this my destiny?

Will you rescue me?

Is this truth?

Is this fake?

Why I always do a mistake?

I can't feel the harmony

I can only feel pain,

that's the price I claim.

I can only see,

nothing under the christmass tree

I took the control key

under the family tree

took a look at it

and saw the past a bit

Short was my destiny

nothing more, but brevity

I wish to sing and dance and run,

I love the way all the fun begun.

We were all staying one by one,

playing with the water gun,

I really miss you hun,

as I wish to see  the sun

You are my unfinished song,

that I was sining all along.

I totaly belong to you, and you are asking about me who?

You was person I knew,

and you made it so true,

I was lost without any clue,

without any kind of view.

I sat to make a review,

no matter I was overdue

I was staying on the rain,

finding way to explain.

The cocaine got me chain,

and then I felt real pain.

You got in my vein,

as the worst strain.

I couldn't complain,

and went on the first air lane.

Started havey rain,

when I went on the wavy train.

My basal vein broke,

and it wasn't a joke.

I was completly small,

praying in the hall.

I fast got a call,

shooting me with tennis ball.

I felt real pain and never got back in the cursed train.

Home I was wake,

when I saw everything was fake.

I took my mum's hand

and together went to one land.

The power of the brain is limitless.

Even if you are 'almost' blind you would be able to find out if anything is going on. Sometimes the people's brain is that perfect that can even find the smallest detail. In the society I live is hard. Sometimes I think that I don't belong here, why? It's simple, I cannot have the same language as the people here ... Why? We don't think the same. I sometimes thing I belong in London - saying by the way of how the people from there think. But, is that true? That would be like running away from my real self. I am not coward, and even if someone calls me, I would be like I don't care. Why? Because words that I think that are not true don't hit me.
I will never ever again say that I don't care of what people think about me (I used to say before)because I do care what people think about me, but I am not living of what people say. (Someting similar said one of my idols ... )

What are the most mistakes that our brain or our personallity can make? Betray us or don't think so fast. Don't you hate when you speak faster then you think and when you say something for what you will regret later? Of course you do. But, why we never admit that? But no, we are all so stubborn and our stubborness kills and destroys as time by time.

The power of the brain is limitless, does that make you wonder even further? Is it, or not?

Making the impossible come true.

Numerous of times I've tried to fly when I was younger. Many times I tried to make the impossible - possible. Why is it called impossible, why we can do it? Why the hardest things are always the most wanted to be done? What is that power that makes us want the impossible and forbidden more? What is that power that makes us blind for the big things because they are sometimes tiring and impossible to get and sadly just of that we don't see the small things that makes us happy. Why we call something impossible when we have the needed fantasy to make it come true? Why is it called impossible when I've done it many times in my head. The reality hurts, but the fantasy is limitless.