World is cold, it's too cold, Dad,
When nobody hears your scream —
Like last kiss for beloved dead,
Like farewell with your pure dream.

If you'd know how much scars
Fate has drown through my life,
On my soul, into my heart,
You'd wander, how I'm alive.

Imitation – it's not life –
Eating glass and to vomit blood,
As you have in your chest knife
And it cut you to tears flood.

World is cold, it's too cold, Dad,
As one hundred hotel rooms
Filled by emptiness: dumb, mad,
Just black roses of loss gloom.

New insomniac night falls,
Any pills can't relieve pain,
Lonely old age again calls
With the hospital for insanes.

I'm so scared to die young,
I'm still trying to serve art,
Have no air in my lungs,
Have no chance not to fall apart.

If you'll never want know me,
Beat or kill by one shot to heart.
All this life goes bending knee
Every day, every breath, every art.

World is cold for alone mad –
Let me die in your warm arms.
I'm not ok. You were right, Dad.
All I want – being free of harm...
21.12.2020