В колонках играет - Draconian

My thoughts crowd in my head,
Silence kills and make you feel mad,
You want to see me dead,
But i'm sitting here and giving pigeons bread.

I feel i'm like unnecessary person,
I want to enjoy my sun,
But one thing i know exectly,
I should kill myself correctly.

My blood is pouring,
My eyes are closed,
My lips are murmuring
Strange stupid words.

The tears mixed with blood,
The blood is spilling on my heart,
This knife,which helped me to kill
Now is simply laughing at me.

You are sitting near and yawning,
You don't want bemoaning
My soul,but i couldn't avoid death,
However,it was hard to kill myself...