Life is nothing without a Death,
Love is a bullshit in a lack of Hate,
Kiss is callous if it hasn't Breath,
Thought is useless when it's too late.
Kill me in the sake of your god.
I'm ready to shed my sour blood
For the chemical colours
For millions of dollars
For your future life
For you being rife
But I've got a knife.
Kill me!
If you've got so much cheek.
Kill me!
If you don't afraid to be
Kill me!
The only chimera of my dreams.
Kill me!
I don't wanna be this...
...Victim of nonsensical war of the minds,
I don't wanna be the King of the blinds.
Don't be afraid of erasing my sense,
I've got my own line of defence.
Catch twenty two. Ring's closing now.
Erase my sense if you know how
Save yourself without myself,
I am you, you are nonsense.
Fraud!
Catch 22
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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