To fill the circle - go insane,
Instead of making - tear apart,
For all the years passed in vain
At least don't miss destructor's might.
So, let the morbid angel come,
You "cannot take that anymore".
No blood can smell like old good rum,
Except your former values' gore.
With strange mixed feelings take long knife,
Engrave the sign of blackest art
To mark the ruins of your life
That you just were afraid to start.