1. SWIRLING FACES

I'm looking myself in the mirror
But I can't see my features
Just unfamiliar objects
They are unidentified swirling figures

I thought something has stolen my mind
I see horrible memory traces
I feel something is whipping my brain
And I hear millions are screaming

I can't imagine my position in the world
I feel piercingly cold and doubtfulness
The swirling figures slowly show their faces
So, I'm shocked in motionless

I have become an iceberg
Why I have been waiting for my destiny's ways:
Will I ever wake up from this dream
Or I just redream my nightmares?

The faces are disappeared, only the darkness is visible
But I clearly hear their voices from stomachs
They enumerate my comitted sins in the past
And I have to expirate them now

I departed somewhere after the folk of dreams
Where I maybe don't arrive
Where they don't allow me to my family
Where I am not alive, just a memoir