Den X. - 3.30 rano
dalsi den, dalsi studene rano, dalsi probuzeni uprostred niceho....muj den zacina ve 3.30...stare dozvuky z predesle noci stale prebyvaji v me mistnosti...oranzove zbarvene stiny na strope jsou ma jedina spolecnost...mysl zapasi s myslenkami na vstavani, na novy kolotoc, prazdne oci v davu, tvare bez vyrazu, stejnou cestu dolu z kopce do cerneho tunelu...there are those who judge us for what we are, for what we do...i remain in the shadows...for the past 4 years i have lived amongst the shadow, hidden, scared, forgotten...morning spasm which leaves a sour taste of blood in my mouth is here on time as usual...studene dlazdice v koupelne chladi moji roztekane unavenou mysl...moje pravidlo noci...3.30 probuzeni...zacinam ty dve cislice nenavidet...
