Opera tickets too early bought –
Shall we be walking as always but bored
Hand in hand when we’re unwanted,
Yeah each one alive but we’re murdered.
I’d known the real price of wording
But spoke ‘em all up choked in their borders
Climbing rope burst and I’ve been unborn
Back to the abyss I had faced before.
Love said it would cost sleeplessness
Patience of waiting, pain of resistance,
Heatwave of wicked who maybe would clean
Forgiven and taken from outside in.
Unthankful vagabond rejected this maybe
Unbent as his bowing could not beg mercy
Seeking for matches, his fingers so dirty
Burning wrappers of love that was murdered
05 июня 2018
Burn Your Opera Tickets
© Copyright: Владислав Клочков, 2018
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