Life is Pain - Oppressive Nights in Mental Asylum White rooms and walls, bars in windows, taste for blood, depression, oppressive atmosphere of closed space, tears and despair. Time is slow, days melt, emptiness� smell of dead life. Negativity streams through my sick body, dark winds of dreamy lands soothe. Insignificant treatment, my soul will stay in grief, I won�t leave my autumn, thorns will still make pain. http://rockerek.hu/