Красками Боли

Draw me warm and comfort.
Paint me happy childhood.
Image with soul and heart.
Our family in good mood.

Where they meet with a kiss.
Where everyone loves each other.
Where they live in happiness.
It’s warm there, I needn’t other.

Draw, you can, I know.
Put lines with a brush.
Draw me a dream now.
Whatever modest or lush.

I will give you inspiration.
You know by heart exactly how.
I'm tired to believe in desperation.
I ask you draw me love.

You are an artist and master.
You are creating, not drawing.
Show me the picture without disaster.
Me to another life involving.

I am like a cemetery of pain.
I buried happiness and joy.
This was like a game.
I want new day enjoy.

No talent, no fame, no money.
There is a bad character, hatred, anger.
Shadows of memory funny.
But remained only indifference danger.

True friendship is among us.
She teaches me, inspires.
I am in her power nowadays.
And she lives in me, not hires.

I am in her power, captive.
Scream in silence, only ask.
To reset shackles become native.
Love and suffer is life task.


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