Gloomy Life

Looking to the future,
no good is there,
just pain and torture,
but I don't care…

My life is filled with misery
as one single suffered day,
filled with blood in dark scenery
like another gloomy sunday…

Looking to my awful face,
with desire to rip out my eyes,
push spike through hollow braincase
and don't hear another lies…

That day I was born,
I am really sorry for,
that was in one stupid morn,
I wish to knew this before…

Looking to handful of stars
on black, calm and darkly sky.
Stars are falling and making scars,
crossing my thought: "When I finally die?"