Настроение печално

Безсмислени ми изглеждат много неща - близо до мен и далеч от мен. Твърде много зло и твърде малко любов. И твърде много хора, на които не им пука за това. Мисля си за Дарина и мерцедесите на Пирински, за това дали обесването на Саддам е оправдание за 655-те хиляди загинали иракчани. Ей такива ми ти работи мислех да пиша, но не ми се и пише. One на Metallica е по-добро от думите:

Metallica - One

I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell