На почве вчерашних «ангелов и демонов»
Mystery in despair
Mystery in despair
Poetry interfering with blood and bile
Someone who knew the beginning
Just killed by those who care
The music of clandestine ocean,
The seal of the muddy rain
It was everything
You could take with you
Not to obey
Mystery fails in details
Fantasy dies in disguise
I’m sinking just trying to breathe
In the mirror of (your) useless gods
Keeping Pyramids on Monday square
Sipping blood from my open veins
Happily happening hour
Cherishes Wednesdays
Mystery in despair
Wrecked by the void and glass
You’re my poetry’s rotten body
Seeking for self healing bones
Mystery in despair
Stop speaking to me,
Not too fast
I will never kill those who care
If you stay far away from hell.