Loneliness. Unpleasant felling
Which we hate. Which deserve.
Which doesn't have nice meaning
And has no luck at all to serve.
Filled by hate and desperation
We try to find way of our live.
But at all it's just imagination
Which gives a chance us to survive.
Oh gosh, so hard this acceptation.
Hard to see unseen and not to cry.
We see. There`s no place for celebration.
There`s a place for hope to die.
Do you feel how it`s well at all?
Do you know how rich you are?
Ha. Your way is just to fall.
Road to your heaven is too far.