Ghost pl - Samotny

Again I ask the question, how to live really.
Fleeting moments of flowing journey forever.
I want to feel so much. It will come with time.
Today, loneliness has power over me.

Memories ... I had a knife at his throat.
Lonely ... While the clock is not asleep.
I sent a letter, and in him "I love you".
You do not look it, He will find you.

Silence ... He pushes the door handle.
Again, aware that he lost this fight.
Alone among the walls, wooden chair ...
He knew that would not be easy.

Today, he wants to kill and forget.
Or survive it and get rid of the memories.
Alone in his cell full of diseases and conditions.
With hope for survival whispered, "God ...".

He was a hermit, had a splinter in my soul.
At night, shouting "Let the world wakes up."
He claims to life, as well as to the people.
He recalled his brother when he drowned in the well.

He had three dreams, all now abandoned.
He threw into the abyss and has not returned.
His sorrows poured onto the canvas.
Today, it is too late, the pain flooding vodka.