I. Take a sneak peek,
Just a little,
Just a little bit of this real life.
Knife,
Scratching glass,
Terrifying sounds are everywhere.
II. Spare soul flotsam lying
In the warm holes
Digesting rotten apples of sin,
Dying.
Flowing through veins,
Migrating from one to each other
With a single touch.
III. Love, hurt so bad
Tries to start again,
Tries to remember the inceptions
While forcing itself to breathe,
With no helping hands...
Give it a chance, give it a piece of your junk heart.
IV. Men: black, white - all of them,
Boiling in this desperate wreck,
Slaves,
Slaves of horror and desire,
They cry having no idea they do.
V. Let us go together,
Let us go far away from here,
Nobody hears our screams,
Myself, Yourself, Oneself, Ourselves. We just pretend.
VI.
Regain consciousness!!!
Sepsis
© Copyright: Родион Прозак, 2011
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