For years I have walked my way, fighting against my demons
who have thwarted me endlessly in my attempt to take control of my fears...
yet I stand somehow, all worn out and I just behold the absurdity of it all,
hoping there is a way to release my soul from this earth-bound prison
that deprives me, blinds me, hurts me...
For years I have sought for answers, but have knocked on the wrong doors,
and I do not have the keys for the ones that remain closed...
Yet I stand somehow, but I want a way out,
then I realise all is bound to fade, and all my demons sneer in contempt,
but I am also like them, vile like them, vile like them, macabre like them...
RQ
Moscow
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