Paper's in blood.
Fingers away.
Worries apart.
Villains won't play.
***
My station is under the floor.
I catch all I need in the rye.
You lose it, game over...What score
You wish you would have through the lie?
***
Feeling's too dirt.
I'm outside.
Who is your Lord?..
Ask him to guide.
***
It's snowing for you,let me vouch.
Two grams of a snow been my gage.
Apartment: wallpapers and couch
Were natural silence in cage.
***
Town of Dreams.
Giggles around.
Murder on Knees.
Murmur's too loud.
***
Too empty favor to believe,
We left all innocence upstairs.
I like this pleading on repeat,
Delight from things without sense.
***
Whisper of Knife.
Envious Creak.
Where's my Wife?
Single,but sick.
***
Reality gives simulation of time,
Describing all memories,moments in yellow.
So wish I could hope in my serial devil,
Be cursedly pleased at my glory,not fellow,
Obsess all the nightmares in gloom near willow,
But cemetery plants are covered with rime...
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Плач Турбиной
Poetry"Плач Турбиной"-сборник чего-то этакого,обычно именуемого стихами,написанный 15-летним атеистом-экзистенциалистом.Название подразумевает собой ограниченность сознания и осознанность выбора ограниченности существования многих людей(взрослых,в пониман...
