Reality
I look out my shabby window.
I see this endless heavy rain.
I feel my soul,so empty,hollow...
Feel this collapse, this crush, this pain...
Everything that surround us
Complete this dark and boring world.
I'm sick of it. Such broken glass
It cruely hurts both young and old.
Reality so often scares.
It's unpredictable, unearthly.
But everyone must know the truth,
Will it be late or will be early.
I know it from this very point-
My heart is empty, mind is plano.
And me, yet someone else gets pained,
Dies to the sound of the piano.
