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Prvi pokušaj prebacivanja mojeg tadašnjeg stanja uma u jednu jedinu sliku. Ispalo je bolje nego šta sam se nada jer je velikim dijelom bilo napravljeno "u zaletu" i ovo je zapravo bio posao nabrzaka, dok me drža taj period. I da upotpunim dojam i atmosferu rada, i mog mentalnog kaveza u koji sam se zaključa kad sam radija taj rad, evo malo poezije, pisane specifično za ovaj rad.
'05.

"This is me in my most masohistic" -Bill, "Kill Bill vol.1"

Depressed times, breathlessly spoken lines
Overstressed rhymes combined with style that defines
The very essence of me.
Complexity.
Contemplation.
Contradiction.
Blue.

Covering myself mentally with ductapes over my face again
Hiding from the chance to spontaneously embrace a friend..
Forged in mistakes, the small ones and the greats
Runnin away and into the indigo blue
My fucked up little world where I'm free and where I'm true
Where I don't get criticised for my opinions and "fuck you"-s
Caged in my fantasy world, dreaming of my dreams' rejuvenation
Starved from the lack of love, seaming trapped by my own isolation, waiting for divine retaliation.

I put back the ductape over my face, over my nose, mouth, eyes an' ears
To prevent myself from Saying the truth,Hearing the world,
Smelling other people's fears and sheddin' sincere tears
Sitting alone, me and my own flesh an bone, eyes gazing like a stone
A clown in his own little v.i.p circus. Ticket number limited to me, sorry
Blue sky blue clouds blue fire inside, blue mental shield of isolation that's silently waiting to collide...
with Her. I want Her. I need Her.
I'm the grim face of death, a black mosaic of pain
Composed from countless experience with countless people.
I'm the dim trace of breath, with a lack of prosaic brain
Overdosed with pointless interference with doubtless mental cripples.
And that is
Why
I'm alone.
Right now.