It’s hard to understand how short is our life.
No one can pretend when [bad word] to find…
…her and her senses. She doesn’t want to die.
But there are no advances; it’s the end of the flight.

It is all over. [bad word] like a curse.
It is time to pray.
Damned  last day.

simple question “Why she?”
Is not to be asked.
No elementary mercy.
Only grotesque.

What will happen tomorrow?
What [bad word] next?
Next [bad word] sorrow.
She is next to Death.

Some short horror memories [bad word] in my head.
I’m alone in my cries… Imagine she’s dead.
I’m trying not to think about it but all is in vain.
I’m praying for her soul to save it. 
She’s raped. There’s nowhere to gain.

Nothing happens.
Heart hurts, empty words.
It is time to say.
Damned last day.
The Last Day.