The Game Of Life

I wasn't quietly satisfied in this remote place,

Nevertheless first memories were crystal clear.

Furious, torrential rains, and thick fag outside,

 And thin dark covered the room.

The movement is poor, no one gets out and no one comes in.

All what I did, all the dumb and filth, bound me to infinity.

Words of reproach digging into my body like nails,

And depression soaked in my head.

Distraction, the fear drags me into the cold and dump diseases,

And I know there's no turning back.

Peat like in a nightmare, trapped in the web.

But I know, all accounts paid sooner or later,

Voice from high will come and take me out of here,

It would pass me from all my earthly accounts,

So all my crimes will gone.

And all what I didn't know- similarity will complete.