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I feel like losing sense of time

Becoming a nonperson.

The world is turning upside down

And the things start to worsen.

I star in low-grade feature film

I’m fed up with the lie.

I would prefer to go mad,

Or better – just to die.

This bloodstained world became my home,

Which I despise at heart.

I’m waiting for a tragic twist

And final scene to start…

I love you to death

Wherever I am

You’re always nearby

You’re inside my mind

I close my eyes

And see your gorgeous face

I feel the touch of your lashes

On my skin

I can feel your breath

And the softness of your silky hair

Through my fingers

You’re so dear to me

You’re my sweetest dream

Killing me when I wake up

This dream breaks into pieces

With the rays of morning sun

I live you to death…

~HOME~

I heard a theory somewhere that our world, more exactly our existence in this world, is just a punishment for souls at fault, a kind of a prison. Sometimes it seems to me to be truth. I look at the night sky and think that one of the stars can be my home planet, where I will return when I have expiated my guilt.

Why do the best of us die young? Have you ever thought about it? May be their crimes were not so grave to be in prison long. Anyway it’s sad to lose them. But there is one thing that comforts me. The thing is my awareness that He looks at the sky as I do, He breathes the same air I breathe, and thinks about the purpose of our existence, wherever he was, next door or thousand miles away from here. I know he does.

The Universe is immense, and the Earth is so small, that we just can’t fail to meet each other. We are to be together. It will be easier for us two to go through our punishment.

But… when we are together, if we’ll still ache for return?

This is the translation from Russian. Of course the story lost much meaning in comparison with its original, but still…