My thoughts are closed By persuasive sensation, That someone plays with me Dangerous games, Games of rotting of consciousness And devastation of soul, Games of causing me pain. How could I not noticed before Those nocturnal dominations In such decent society, Condemning all perversions by the light? Suddenly I've realized, That the game of sadism Can not stand dweebs, That sadism is a weakness of the strong, Irresponsible walk on rotten place, The abyss that engulfs Deeper and deeper... My eyes had opened and I've seen These people avoiding my sight, These people, who want to be on top, The people installing Hopelessness in me, The people seeing only An obedient victim in me, The people playing sadism with me. And the more I regain my sight, The more everything around gets dark. I'm already almost blind. The contradictions have tortured my mind. Something has emerged from the depths And is pulled outside. I perpetrated terrible deeds, I found out strange bents in myself. Suddenly I've realized That I play as well as all. I play sadistic games