I have killed myself,
To be more alive.
I’m not flying high,
It is more like dive.
There’s no other way
That can set me free.
What else should I say,
There’s no way to be.
Euphoria pills,
And champagne with ice.
From routine that kills
Those who are nice.
I have killed myself,
And don’t ask me why.
I don’t feel ashamed,
I’m a truthful liar.
I grew old and old,
With the passing time.
Just my head got bold,
Passers through me dimes.
I’ve felt dead inside,
But now that I’m free.
I’ve made up my mind,
Just to be me.
I have killed myself to be more alive...
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2017
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