I can see the scarlet darkness -
that's a mess under my eyes;
only in my head I'm timeless...
Now I can not hide my lies.
It's a mess in thoughts and actions,
I fell into the abyss...
I create dirty abstractions -
this is special kind of bliss.
Girl, you never understood me,
we killed suffering in opiate;
bronchus slowly fills old black tea,
you are struck by dystrophy.
Leaden snow falls on the coffin
where your grenade fell asleep.
I got rid of my last hoffen,
and it's time for the last leap.
I can see the cherry razor -
it cuts the noose on my leg.
From the herz beats fiery geyser;
do not even try to beg...
I don't want to see you, sweetheart.
Anyway, what do you feel?
we just played in someone else's art,
dancing at the tip of spear.
to...
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