this is the bottom, girl,
this bottom.
swear, drink glasses of wine -
does not matter.
nothing to lose,

nobody - you alone.
gray concrete floor
and
wall.

do not be shy,
Hami,
ARI
send to hell
anyone who breaks the soul and tramples it.
dirty heels tramples your insides,
which, however, and so
neither alive nor dead.

this is the end, the girl, you hear?
this is the end.
you're turning into a shadow,
a walking living dead.
liar
those who say that everything goes
and then comes the silence.

alas,

on the ragged wings
anew
not fly.

.
Dust.