Empty

When you walk outside
And you feel grey inside,
It’s just fog in your soul,
And there is no world,
And you ‘re just alone.

No feels, no thoughts,
People's steps, road noise..
Why it hurts?
Life is less?
Is it pain?
Is it stress?
Empty brain is a mess...
Empty soul, just destroyed,
Filled with lies and “Metro”*...


*Metro – газета, которая издается в Лондоне и бесплатно раздается населению в метро.


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