Sometimes I think I'm a caprice of gods,
As if they've formed me with one nod.
My thoughts are foged up and I am faint
I have a great doubt about they are saint.
The moves are so cautious and so imperfect,
To do one move I must receive a permit.
The only right I have is breath,
My Evil Fate follows one path,
The nervous system is deceased.
My eyes don't obey my persist.
My calling is being toy of gods' whims,
Destroying my past I'm making new sins.
I add the colors to all of you dreams,
I'll give you things, tomorrow never brings.
The child of Hell mocks at my soul,
That's one more reason that I'm a doll.
The only right I have is breath,
My Evil Fate follows one path,
The nervous system is deceased.
My eyes don't obey I'm persist.
I have no any feelings,
Without a right of vote,
Forgive my nasty dealing,
I'm your forever I dote
On you!
I am something
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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