When I was a child
I heard a creepy ghost
Breathing very close
Breathing really loud.

I was in my room,
In my bed alone,
Not knowing what to do,
No one else at home.

They were getting closer,
cold, and chilling sounds,
as if the horrid monster
had arrows in its lungs.

As if it tried existing,
But it was painful hard.
My little world
Became so twisted
And swallowed
By the dark.

I tried to call someone,
But my,
My voice didn’t make a sound
I tried to stand up, and run,
But my,
Whole body was just breaking down.

When I was a child,
I heard a creepy ghost


After the night
You will be free
After dark night
You’ll fly away

Before the dawn
You’ll spread your wings
Follow the light,
And grant me this day.

Nobody knows
That we don’t exist,
Ancient ghosts
Feeding on bliss.

Between the lines
My body lays,
Under the lies
It slowly decays.

My wonderful life
Fell into the void,
From bottomless dark
I hear a faint cry

My beautiful dream
Turned into remorse
I’m paying the tolls
For flying too high.


I want to go back
Into my dream,
Mysterious dream,
And never come back,

To get into a place
Where I can see your face
Remember your face
Remember my names

I’m seeing dreams
About life and death
And in my dreams
I see alternative Earth
I can’t believe my world
Is broken and twisted
I cry in dark for those
Who never existed.

I’m seeing dreams
About life and death
And through my tears
I see alternative Earth
I can’t believe my world
So broken and twisted
And in the dark I pray
I never existed.

Cold storming wind
Makes my mind refreshed
Today…I don’t talk to myself
So am a bit impressed

I never tried
To beat my final score
But what was it before?
And how many times
I died?


I need to come back
Into your world,
Your beautiful world,
And never look back.

I have to forget
Things that I’ve seen
They should be a dream
I shouldn’t be real.



The more knowledge being have, the more it acts like an idiot.
The paradox is, that at some point being will have enough knowledge, to understand previous sentence and to start trying to avoid of this phenomenon.
The awful and most common result, is when being is stuck in between having enough knowledge and having not enough of it, making the being react to everything around in a “cocky idiot” style and perform illogical operations all it’s life.

To Share Bread | Поділитися хлібом

I am always sharing my piece of bread with my friends and I will never understand those, who does hiding his dried old bread under the pillow and growling on everyone, who will come too close.
But also there’s a point in sharing with your bread – try to share bread with your friend and you will always have fresh bread on your table; do not share bread with anyone and most part of the time, dried old bread will lay on your table.

Я завжди ділився куском хліба з друзями і ніколи не зрозумію тих, хто ховає свій зачерствілий хліб під подушкою і гаркає на всіх, хто підходить занадто близько.
Тай і мораль тут є – попробуй ділитися хлібом з другом і в тебе завжди буде свіжий хліб на столі; не ділися хлібом ні з ким і більшу частину часу в тебе на столі лежатиме несвіжий хліб. Цей приклад можна показати на більшості важливих речей у житті.