Don't you came to share my water. Preachy lights in the hands of watered dreams. I breathe into warmth dark opaque note. Let it worry my consciousness. 
I crowled by over the earth by [bad word] days, graves and killed holidays. The tear has rolled down and evaporated and has been salt on [bad word] wound. And the cross was empty on a pitiful ice.
and remember everything that had happened in the poverty and damned all the wealth. Swallowing up current hate, I forgot about happiness.