Ulcerative

Георгий Горский
The razor again carves from the inside.
No place to hide.
Inferno opened the gate.
This is my fate.

Desires diminished to few
I DON'T WANNA MEET YOU!!!
Don’t cross my way!!
Release me forever and go away!!!!!!

This torture never ends.
The pain attends day by day
Spoiled life colored in grey.
Meet your worst fiends.

Best years are covered
In a mount of the shit.
The cure is never discovered.
No way out from total defeat.

BURN! BURN!! BURN!!! BURN!!!! BURN!!!!!
In the fire of hell.
All hopes never return
Because I don't feel well...