i'm falling fast
the black slug inside me won't let me last
let alone the universe swallow the ground
I
stand on
squeezing all of O2
from my lungs
it's easier with my prayer done
"Dear death, here I come"
-for Aysel-
no-one can help me
no-one should ever do
why help a guilty one separate
from meeting his fate?
Aysel was a flake
but I have nothing for her to blame
she's flexible and can change
unlike me, this way
"Dear death, here I am"
-for Roman-
