Time stood up,
I’m still fine.
Better years are gone,
Months came after stains.
I have one illusion
To hold on to an end,
From over the top,
And see, how the edge
Is rolling down.
Stay my Cult.
So tough and uncompromising,
So feminine,
And so rectilineal.
Unholding the needle
Of narration.
So tired and crunched,
That brings me calm
And shake from thunderbolts.
I could wait till
Common day is over,
Imaging gray eyes
That always seriously laughs.
Those beating
Without a notice,
And leave you in doubt
Is it happened or not.
These days of concernments,
These days of deceivings,
I hoped they’ll never last,
But they passed by.
I saw the world in colors,
Never had no doubts,
Paid any rent
For any goal I had.
I have no addictions,
No any permissions,
And I never explain,
The words I said so cold.
These days of concernments,
These days of deceivings,
Are those
Who come after all.
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Time stood up,
I’m still fine.
Better years are gone,
Months came after stains.
These days of concernments,
These days of deceivings,
I hoped they’ll never last,
But they passed by.
These days of concernments,
These days of deceivings,
Are those
Who come after all.