There are no secret points
Or special mixtures...
Take off your coins,
You, pitiful misters!
Don't you see me burning
In the dark of my actions?
I need Self-Destruction...
The equation's consistence...
Well, it's not complicated:
Just inner resistance,
Sophisticated,
Misleading cheers,
Frivolous smiling.
Here - no fears,
As no suckin' crying.
And now moving on
To the deep, hide soul.
Now you see this fire,
Invisible there?
Flames go higher...
Oh, no! Come on here.
Can you see my hate,
Tearing apart?
Can you feel my love,
Rushing about?
Being lost in my chaos
Let my fire be your guide.
Theory of Self-Destruction
© Copyright: София Пинчук, 2018
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