"Never Shall We Die!"

Everybody have somebody, nobody has a someone.
Everything is something, nothing is everything.
Who could have realised that? It? Me?
Logical, but only psychical.
A thron in my pain.
A pin in my sadness.
An medal object in my consciousness.

"I'm sorry, for the things I have done to you"

Saying you are sorry, but you just couldn't let it be, you had to do it yourself.
Sorry doesn't help to a broken heart.
Days go by...
You still say your sorry.
Should I believe you today?
Another day goes by...

"Am I Free?"

Mustangi kaartaa pihaan. Vastamaalattu maalipinta kiiltää uutuuttaan. Pihan pojat juoksevat katsomaan. Autosta nousee mies. Auringon paistaessa, hän laittaa aurinkolasit päähänsä. Päivä on vasta alkanut.

An old mustang drives in the yard. All the boys run to see. A man rises from the car. As the sun shines, he put on his sunglasses. Day has just begun.