The World of the Dead

I called emergency twenty timesBut only beeps on the other side.My love dissolves into the darkIn an empty room without a guide.

I was beaten up a lot in the pastAnd every time was called to fightWith a nonexistent Human clubFrom the world of shadows in fading light.

Tell me the truth, so who's to blame —For every failing in my flight?Maybe it's the outcome of your painThat you forgot to overwrite.