You're on ball but do not feel joy.
Heart foully does not want to beat.
Your soul has nothing to pay more,
You a long ago have sold it on bit.
Under legs a colourful floor…
Light of passionless beams,
Is sent in a window with the moon.
Your eyes look in the broken dreams.
You any more do not know,
When has made the main mistake,
But feeling of silence for you new…
Nobody can save you…wake…
You fall all below,
Only your body remains on ball.
Your shout helpless… low…
Emptiness captivates you… spall…
The spall obsidian at you inside…
And a strange flame in eyes…
They will not help before boundless night!
In eternally falling you will dance dance of ice.