The stuck lifetime is the violet chasm,
It helplessly attracts and whispers to the soul: "Wake up!" –
As a poured echo – don’t follow this path.
The Universe gist is the void – find yourself, drink an envenomed cup!
Blood thickens there, becoming the river of mud,
Pus gets into blood vessels through infected flows.
Venomous oxygen tears the membrane layer apart.
Behind the matter layer, the dark is generated by the void.
The void is the bottom’s back,
“Tomorrow” won’t be, “yesterday” doesn’t exist.
There is nothing else, only a dream.
Having found himself, a blind began to see,
Having submerged in vortex depths.
A sighted one is also the blind,
Sinking like a stone – day in and day out.