Wild Brute

 

Shaggy Brute
In my reflection
There is a life of loss,
Life of checkmate confession.
Smiled Lineament
With the wild eyes...
Self soul scurry
Nothing but the binge in hands
that rise...
Sneaks after me
Fleering teeth,
With terrible trait
Of artifact dismiss.
Suffering lover
Feeding it's self even more.
Knocks out the consciousness
And keeps on fleering to death.
Has taken front seat,
Proceed spreading the mess.
"Why do people always give you a smile?
Don't you see you are ain't good looker?
Book's cover is nothing, if you are a hooker."
Arrogantly laughing...
Eyes are covered
In salty rivers,
Out of hand
Closing like scissors.
Brute keeps on digging
Laughs in one's beard.
From life that's unfair,
Martyr has given.
"You carry delirium,
Coagulate blood!
Leave all of these!
Stop fleering your own God."
Freezing cold sweat
Giving birth to verse lines,
Accompanied with Brute
That liking these rhymes.
And if I can't be
Such a good looker,
I have my wild Brute
That identifies hooker.
From one hand
Its truthfull
from other is rude,
But very supportive
For my cycling mood.

Original https://vk.com/yaannahata?w=wall-112420512_271
Poetry МОЯАНАХАТА
Translation Alexander Kandaurov
Artist eS | Art
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