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Another day, grey sky remains the same,

Unrestrained black noise is reminiscence stream

Childhood pictures, the dawn is tinted with sepia

Breakdown of underself is casting shadows on the world

The altered state of consciousness

when laughter seems a baseness

Nobody knows when it will over

When the grey means black

Foreignness, sleet like for the first time

Odour of mud, movements become mechanical

Feeling of the Day of Wrath, songs of wrong revel are sounding

Reflections of thunder are ringing in my ears

This will never end

Joy is just illusion

Feeling of authenticity is glimmering

Through the sphere of uselessness

I'm laying useless in the shadows,

My blood poisons me