Diary of Rosemary

Продавец Обуви
-“This is the bird,
And this is the tree,
In my dark house,
I’m here, Rosemary.”

-“I thought my home
Is my sheet place,
But it is an illusion,
In abyss I gaze.

Coming in and out home,
Won’t you stay?
I know this place is wrong
What are you wrapped in…?”

-“Dead of the night,
And you are all alone,
What a good time
And it will not go;

What you feel,
Is what you want to feel,
I’m only is real
As the womb where I’m in.”

-“He is my son,
We reap what we sow,
Creating what you hating
Can’t control it no more.

Face in the mirror,
Face in the mirror,
Face in the mirror,
Is the face what I’ll be.

Skin is so white,
Skin is so white,
Daddy tell your son
What mommy will sleep all night.

Wash away sin.
You must take off you skin,
Take the venom, Christen
Close your eyes and scream.”


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