а по-моему эпично

oh these waves in the air from my bended cold scale...
only the sense of the circle, only a path for the sawed poor nail
air pollution by the iron or the smoke of fear!?
daily, calm and never so near
hear
vortex
vortex
it is inevitably when we're flowing deeper and deeper into vortex
convex truth
like the waves' bubble howl into the hollow hollow hollow vortex hollow soil follows
nothing left for the forgotten tube
waste disposal i don't scare
is it a joke?
look, roar's reaching clock
confused in a filth scenic and bare
screw me to the surface
boil boil this ways
mustn't touch crawling keys
slept on stones
and blamed in all his bones
said that it's not a passage
but a game
isn't it the same?
into vortex made from suffering orange
fool of flowers, steps and lines
where stars are the last
fool of stairs but somewhy still so overcast
glock can end this tonight
return this beginning down to the dust
it's fast
can end this stupid hollow
knock the clock suffocating in petal
despair
oh petal's toil
tempting soil
so anesthezited
who am znog ??
deploying in log
rain
suffocation
no destination
i am the FENIX again
seeming like a tin salvation
forever disappear in the rain
left with  nothing
something suddenly stops in empty surface
shining warm space
wheel of the light
anyway so curve inside
mind curve
distribution of a flowing moon
tear of an introspection in the tin spoon
warm storm space.. soon

январь-февраль 2014