Let's start.
From the very beginning
I want to say
there will be no rhyme,
I will not point a finger
At anybody to blame...
It doesn't mean
I don't blame myself
or somebody else.
I hate people,
So, yes, I hate you,
My dear reader.
Is there anyone
Who hears me,
Or only mine
ghostly mystical
Tears?
And that strange noise
in my dumb head
because of this?
Yes, because of every kiss,
Of every miss I've ever met,
My heart became so fat,
That fell right onto the bed,
And I forgot it there,
So I want to turn it back,
But I can't. Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Even not next year.
I will live happily
Without this
Stupid thing.
And then die
With no regret.
Why should I be a good man,
When I can be a demon
Of somebody's ruined life
After one-time-spelled "Goodbye"?
It's more interesting,
Than being a good guy.
Bad Guy
© Copyright: Воронин Павел, 2015
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