I have a cucumber in my omlet
I have a starving device in my chest
With that peculiar sound roaming
Through my subordinate cookoo's nest
The creatures spacing my fragile nightmares
Continue screaming under the bed
The creeping steps haunting on the stairs
Return what seems to have been dead
And with the night illustrating poison
Illuminating the blackest holes
I will surrender to my daily dosing
I'm indestructible in my walls
I have a cucumber in my omlet...
© Copyright: Алексей Локтионов, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117062010138
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