нежелательное будущее

Undesirable future.

There’s an inflammation beneath my skin, that’s making
 me crazy,
And it’s spreading inside my  body like a wildfire,
Impossible to get a great prospective on this new frenzy,
Because I’m starting to feel like an old, cracked tire.

Sometimes I’m feeling like a worn out old horse,
Still gotta get things done,
but don’t have any strength left inside my guts,
And I’m doing it and loving it just because,
The promise is a promise in the world
of my personal stats.

I’m numbing my pain and just play my role as a tough old guy,
There is no one like me, who was playing hard  and could still survive,
I’m not bragging about myself to the whole wide world,
 just to hear me cry,
And it’s hard as it is to fall flat on your back and remain alive.

It’s just an intrusion on my living space and perhaps some more,
I really don’t care what happens from now on end,
There’s always a personal reason I’ve seen it before,
I’m telling the truth, and this horrible truth’s  very hard to bend.

Forgotten by others  we’re almost expired like rotten milk,
Please stop aggravating my soul with the same old lies,
Perhaps you can help and remove out of me all this horrible stink,
Or maybe,  just maybe you wait as my heart survives.

This is just a story of our great expectations and maybe you’ll try,
To mend undesirable trust with remarkable work,
But please don’t expect much from me, don’t you ever deny,
That I’m a wine bottle with rotten and all dried out cork.

So here we are, you can surely condemn my thoughts,
The reason is clearly sad,
 but I still insist
So, that you know,
have no further issues,
 or future remorse,
Just try to survive my old soul’s
outcry, so we can perhaps exist.



Vladimir Brichkov
08/20/2018