hopelessness [Theme] Page 2

Life, okay, not always peaceful, sometimes.
And sometimes the man himself plays
And true - even against themselves. How to be here?
You could then never win.
And to you alone uninvited guest
Intends to come to the house constantly.
And heart do this to you, so that
Be sure and do not ask nobody.
And when you're single - how to meet
What may to death to scare you.
Waiting for everywhere it will come,
And you don't want to go further.

In their eyes I see hatred and fear. If it was my fault in the spread of infection. If I the source of all misery ravaging the land. I have nowhere to hide from them, nowhere to escape. The woods blocked all ways to retreat.
We are doomed.

Even when I sleep, I can't stop seeing their faces. Looking at me expectantly, as if I can cure them from the growing epidemic. If I can stop the process, destroying their land causing them to rot the body and mind. There's no way out, I stuck with them. With their never-ending calls for help and imploring cries.

Little satisfied with the removal of those who are looking for a way out.

Little satisfied with the removal of those who are looking for a way out.

Only in the end bad things happen to each of us, isn't it?

Uncomfortable shoes are not too tight only legless.

Once the cow was milked, the cream back up the udders.

I've been sacrificed
My heart's been cauterized
Hanging on to hope
Shackled by the ghost
Of what I once believed
That I could never be
What's right in front of me.
I was sacrificed
My heart became violent,
Holding on to hope,
Being shackled Ghost
What I believed at one time -
I can't be the
In front of me.

Life today is very busy. So many people around, and everybody wants a place under the sun. Before the train could find a space, but now it's hard... When my wife died, she got a horizontal grave. I recently wanted to buy a place on a cemetery, but I was offered only vertical. I spend my life standing in trains and buses and will have to stand even after death.
Life is very busy these days. There are too many people and everyone wants what the other has. Years ago, you could find a place to sit in the train every now and then, but these days, it's difficult... When my wife died, she got a horizontal burial cot. I tried to buy a burial cot for myself the other day, and what they offered me was a vertical one. I've spent my whole life standing in trains and buses, now I'll even have to stand when I'm dead!

Life or death is the path
Lonely
Women whose tears
Dried up long ago.
Was it a dream
Or reality?
It makes no sense -
Only one snow
Only an ice flow
That river,
Whose waves,
As steel is cold.
Thrown my body
Mad in this thread
And only an old umbrella
Stores
Me from bloody dew.
Inochi no michi wo
Yuku onna
Namida wa tooni
Sutemashita
Furimuita
Kawa ni
Toozakaru
Tabinohima
Tsuru wa Itteta
Ugokasu
Naita
Ame to kaze
Kieta mo mizu ni
Hotsure ga miutsushi
Misenai Namida sae
Janomeno kasa hitotsu.

If they tell you left, and you right
stomp in right, -
no doubt, brother, that's not glory
and not freedom, brother.
The truth ori your rap or epic
style, but look:
you're still in the ranks, irreparable long
even inside the moat.

There is something important about what not to tell.
What lies in the mind - not to explain.
I'm lost in the world that do not understand
It didn't change.

Despair - inevitable exit, which we unacceptable.