Rude -

In the forest of melancholy

I run like an animal

These colours for me to see

Those things to recall

Absorbing my surroundings

Feeding my obsession

My insides darkening

These clouds of depression

Again in my head

Heads blow up — sometimes

It seems that I love to see

See myself crawl in misery

I’ve forgotten the joy of life

It’s fading in front of my eyes

Heads blow up — sometimes

I tried to release my soul

Covered a dozen times

Never found a way out of it

Reality grinds