Cerebral Executions -

To russian

Sad thoughts of sad thoughts

My dullness gave me a throat

I feel like I’ll break soon-

I put my head in the noose

I’m tired of insomnia long

I’m tired of my sad poems

I’m tired of seeming normal

I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired

There is no power to drink from the bars

But also there are no forces to stop drinking

There are no forces at least for something to hold on

My whole world is not like mine, dumb

There was no desire to cry

I do not feel alive myself

I feel like I’ll break soon

I put my head in the noose

When will I stop thinking about death?

When will I get rid of myself?

I’m a louse quivering or I really dare

Kill yourself … yourself?

Oh, my Darkness

My Painfull Goddes

Oh, my Darkness

Oh, my sweet Decadance