We breathe and we stop breathing

Ok. I knew how to start the thing.

I dunno how to end it, but the time has come.

For whom do I write now?
Does it matter for whom?

The IV Reich has started
the government of the riding darkness
the time of the starving memories
  of voices that gather at my ears
the time of confusion

So, if you destroy everything
why you didn't destroy
those clouds that shaded on my past?