The loneliness which has longed in my heartForced me to imagine your dream flight
When I decide to leave this present day
What is filled with the useless minute's play.
The sudden pulse of the unlimited warm
Makes the way over the ...
Your mind is free but your body a prison
A sentence you paying for losing your reason
You scratch your walls to remember your presence
A bomb in your heart and you vanished your feelings
Confess: it’s my profession
that alarms you.
This is why few people ask me to dinner,
though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.
Устаю от романов и нотного стана сознания.
Раскрываю на небе слепого Эреба признания.
За столом плыли вёсны, все тихо и просто. Трагически
Мы скитались под небом, овеянным Фебом.
Are you still my friend?
I never knew
Life could turn into a long
Examination