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You are sick - Yes I am sick

And I like it

Exit in rage attack

Burst of emotion and dancer

Splash of mud joy

You are sick and this is your

Hear words from strangers cigarettes

Spit on words

Spit on thoughts

Spit on people around

Sphere of existence

I have my own world

Ideal utopia of chaos and darkness

Ideal infinite

Abyss of joy and sorrow

There is no system, there is no order

There is no moral, and vital vanity

Transformed into a slack formula

The destruction of the boundaries of reality

You are sick - Yes I am sick

Though my illness  is an ideal world in which I live

And not going to die

Infinite structure of disorder

Making space in my head

And the burden of my brain impulses

The body will grow old and die

But the word of imagination

That called disease

Always silently waiting and waiting

You are sick - Yes I am sick