Confessions
Of your life -
Exception
Of this time;
You have sent the letter to yourself,
'Cause nobody needs you in your hell.

You're ruined
And you're lost,
Your white wings
Have been cut.
This world's gonna crash you anyway,
Next week, next year, next age, not today.

You're as cold
As winter,
Your hot soul
May enter
The home of painless warmth and endless life;
Here - time is nothing, time is blind.