no, I'm not an important person ...
and I twist reality is ...
hurts, to fragment the coolness ...
And if I feel well,
although not really what happens
I feel like this here rots
inside, but still deep
spine that is painfully slow and nails ...
slow, painful, is still there, embedded
Winter continues to ravage my mind,
feelings and displays uniforms,
make peace than it used to have
disappear in an instant
and takes off and breaks
and still shattered
Eternal shell of my heart ...
there is nobody who wants to help?
... not fall over?