Dependent

You feel pain and fear,
Don't know where you are, what happened,
You have tears in eyes,
This has never happened.
To hide you'd like
And now you're stash modest,
This maze of scary dreams.
And the horror of the soul at death doomed and sinful.
Wander, if you see the light Shine,
And it's a sick imagination Fata Morgana,
And in the moment when you realize that
Like salt on a bloody wound.
But have chosen this fate for himself,
Taking a step in this dark maze
There was not one who would say: “no need”,
He was attracted by scents like hyacinth,
When entered into the unknown corridors
There is happiness, youth, ecstasy,
Life is like a movie, and people – as actors,
And then they all disappeared at the same time.
And now he's here, himself, no longer necessary,
Lying half dead in the mud of life,
Not in forces you to rise to touch the sky
And soon it will recede into oblivion.
And how many would be able to do
If not for the wicked syringe with the contents of death,
You didn't want to kill myself for sure,
But did it - let's be Frank...