Lonely boy without dreams Broken toy on dusty shelve Boring days and nightly screams Wish again you were just twelve?

swimming in the ocean of hate surrounded by millions of sharks we are here by our fate paying no attention to caustic remarks

At the end of the road At the end of long trip All the rules are bestowed And the treasury ship Wont be waiting for us

I am your beginning and I am your end I am your light and I am your hope Of course I'll help you- I am your friend It's In My power and it's My scope....

"Drink, bitch, drink" "I won't die so go to hell!" Sergei Yesenin "Tavern Moscow" 1923

It matters not to Me at all The wish of others, and the goal They set for Me; I am so tired Want free My mind of useless information Of daily chores and of creations That others made; I want My own I want to climb on biggest throne That I created for Myself I want to rise and