There is no labyrinth, but he is lost in every way.

Driven by the wildness,
no time to rest
through the night
with poison from cigarettes.

Nothing more, nothing less,
just a feeling of regret
of being... Of seeing
everything going wrong
and just fall along.

Because the smoke still covering my eyes
therefore maybe you will never see the other side of me.

I will hide.


You will seek.

But anyway I am always the loser
fighting against the will.

Every minute,
with each and everyone
I am nailing my coffin.
I still staring at myself
I still walking in circles in my mind.
Barely breathing,
but always feeling
the agony of being alive.
Memories of the past
took my one last breath.


Just for now I'm a kid again
and my last wish is to play hangman.

- Tatiana Cruz.