Zharok

This is my world... He washes away the paints. With gray cities, that drowned in a fog of despair. He is filled to the brim with indifference, loneliness and human's betrayal. The world, which pray for doom, and infinitely clings to the slim thread lifes. My black and white world... Perhaps, somewhere in his corner, someone will see a ray of hope. Maybe for someone it is I'm this little light ...