Hollow and bloated faces of the lost,
Once you are here you no more a guest.
Stains of a blood on your white sleeves,
You never thought you so soon become one of them.
My dear friend, my favorite slave;
All that you are make me smile again.
Black and white shades of your dreams,
World of the color never a part of the pictures you see.
Bond into chains, tears carving your cross;
Gray blotches is color of your eyes.
Slowly, with sound of stretched, popping skin,
You can’t escape tortures for a sins.
I am the master of fairy depths,
Ask me for bargain and you will be released.
But if you’ll disobey you know how I’ll make you pay.
My dear friend, my favorite slave...
March 29, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Freedom in Slavery
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2006
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