I was going to stop it.
I just wanted to go
Far away from this bullshit,
From this life and this law.
I had good chance to change it,
But nothing I did.
I don't have any profit.
Right decision I need.
Help me, God.
Give a sign to your son.
Help me, God.
I don't have any places to run.
I just scream, I just cry.
Nothing changes this way.
Just direct your hand by.
Till this day I got used not to pray.
She just gone, I'm alone.
Just retired from work.
She even changed her phone.
Feel myself like a pork.
Hey, God, kill me.
And make a good steak.
Eat me, feel me..
Only teeth, please, don't break.
A poem of a disappointed man
© Copyright: Юлиана Арацкая, 2012
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