time became slowly to me

life became faster than me

people's, that i know, was died so many years before
gentle veil of time covered my head, i can't explore
doomed stairs of wisdom stretched to god, but isn't core
i will go around, i know - there have back door

locked and barricaded, that usually i can't ignore
i can not prepared, but only one way - to the ground floor
faces of dead man and woman haunt around and soar
"there is no way out, that you try to looking for"

hundred years ago i went to [bad word] 
nobody i know never was there
seing only gloom into my shell
maybe time has passed and i get well