Living in a small cold room
I like it’s so dark as a tomb.
I could feel myself so calm
If no silly human was switching on the light
Bright curtains separate me from the Night.
When I come out to the street
How many indifferent faces there’re to meet!
But their attention means nothing.
There’s something I hate much more -
Something loud behind a classroom door.
This horrifying noise is called laugher.
If they have fun it means they make me suffer
Though they don’t seem to care.
How much I fear this disgusting noise,
It makes shaking my crying voice.
Desiring passion makes me starve
But I make myself feel like living with no love
As all my kindness was killed by humans.
So how I hate this colorful mess!
Nothing on Earth can make me fear it less!
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© Copyright: Демон Осени, 2007
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