I am too young to be your teacher,
I am too old to be your son,
A useless and pathetic creature,
A helpless worm who dreams for sun.
I am the shadow of behindness,
I am a sparkle within the light,
I am the one, who shall betray us,
Defited and decapted knight.
I am a rail for weak and late train,
Forgotten on a speedway chalk,
And like fulfilled with diamonds ash-tray
My head is not for nighttime talk.
I am too free to be forgiven,
I am too crazy just to live,
And all, I have, that has been given
By heavens – knife inside my sleeve.
But in the slavery of flesh cage,
One should be buried to survive,
I am an icon of the doomed age –
Already dead… And still alive.
I am
© Copyright: Роберт Кейос, 2009
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