Agony

Time is passing to waste, in closed cycle I spin

My madness is burden, a feeling of slavery emerged

Minutes smell of despair, the minutes that I spend

I get scared that I'm worth nothing

The vacuum squeezes my throat, I felt very different rhythms!

Do you want to fulfill the purpose? Are you ready to die in a battle?

For a dream to tear to shreds? For idea of being a bitch?

I am losing the ground under my feet, my hope turned into the agony

My feelings are energy flow, I lose control of myself

Deeper and deeper into the abyss, to which that I touch, then perishes