WHORROR
Don’t want to live anymore in this surrealistic world
Endless pollution of the hearts sick with boredom
The symbolical hierarchy reigned by the fools like me
Preservation of the lonely heroes
Secrets
The living plague
Won’t leave the streets with the rats
Another quick end in the quicksand
The drama inside my eyes
And I bleed with it
The voices from the outer space still call to our mind
Frustration in the observation and the children die old
Wasted extreme sense I can’t forgive the fools like me
Where the whores take the steer-wheel to rule
Secrets
The living plague
Won’t leave the streets with the rats
Another quick end in the quicksand
The drama inside my eyes
And I bleed with it
No…
No…
I don’t need this
I can undid this
Forever more…
Whorror
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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