There are so many things to be
I wish I could be half
Of what you left for me to see
Of what you call your inner self.
You are a shameless sales man.
I hope your lying lips
Turn to dust and settle on the helm
Of my imaginary battleships.
Why not stay together forever?
A silly idea to be sure,
But you’ll do me that favor?
I’ll dye your red blood azure.
Once again, you’ll conquer
Long abandoned fields.
It’s all right to be bonkers
If you stay close to me.
You are a salesman,
A harmless beast of prey.
Too bad I’ve enslaved you,
I’m your dreams gone astray.
Dealings with your conscience
Never end too well
I hope you can pay the price
Of taking a road trip to hell.
I am your fault, the single one.
I hope you'll listen to my censure
Just to make sure
You’re still only human.
Detrimental mindgames
© Copyright: Александра Дзюба, 2008
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