An annoying buzz of summer flies And pied wings of butterflies Were pierced by heavy threads of rain, This sunny day was colored grey. They were young and hopeless madmen Whose dreams shone bright like crystal glass, But life which knew no real sadness Ended like grains in an hourglass. Dead memories mixed with bitter tears Is the tastiest thing. How to get rid of bad thoughts? Well, first of all, burn them all! I am suffocating and slowly melting In dancing tongues of fire. When death sends me an air-kiss I answer with a smile. "I wanna try it. Can it cut?" Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut She longed for human warmth too long I hope she knocked on heaven's door Black swans sang a lullaby And smell of sadness made him high, But he was a zealous fighter With eyes of the tiger. Inner screams, frustration, Agony, depression Tease a vivid imagination. How to get rid of bad thoughts? Well, first of all, burn them all! I am suffocating and slowly melting In dancing tongues of fire. When death sends me an air-kiss I answer with a smile. A weep in temptation, in sweet anticipation To hear the answer to the question. How to get rid of bad thoughts? Well, first of all, burn them all! I am suffocating and slowly melting In dancing tongues of fire. When death sends me an air-kiss I answer with a smile. Water drops were wet and cold, Embers glowed both red and gold. It was a rainy day They were young and blazed With dreams about carefree life, But they just flew in lofty skies. Sad face.

Since ancient times we've been obsessed with night skies, With errant stars, which are far from us. Avoiding black holes and asteroids Instead of seeking a place to hide, we fly In a bid to find The meaning of everyday life, But at the speed of light All happy moments slide by. Weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes? To catch the red sun and not let it out? The longer it burns, the greater pain grows, But still, in the end of our roads, we die alone Like fallen leaves Which are entombed under snow coverlid. Neath a twisted tree We watched a dim gleam of our dream. Halley's tail seems so pale Compare to the void inside us, An ember of joy smolders. Fatalism is a prison Made of men's flesh - dead crowd, They hang on the tree, Their hush so shrilly loud. Are we alive? Or we just blind? Are prisoners of our own beliefs? An interior harmony Is the one remedy for sheer insanity, But also the way right to the cemetery. Constant satiety is the hearth of soul's poverty, Scratching anxiety is the heart of poetry. Open your eyes! If it was easy to slay stormy clouds Rays of sunlight wouldn't drown inside And at the moment when they almost broke free: "I felt breath of something that stood behind me..." Ahh! It's death reminds of itself By whispering a somnolent spell. An insolent mock filled the air, A croak of a black crow, blegh Cold cuts deep into bones And slowly turns me to stone. So many words are untold, On hot lips they are frozen. It lurks in the dark Before make a sudden attack To show images Of the long forgotten past, But it's just an afterdeath mirage, Such a mean way to say: "Good luck and bon voyage". Since ancient times we've been obsessed with night skies, With errant stars, which are far from us. Avoiding black holes and asteroids Instead of seeking a place to fly, we hide In fear to find The meaning of everyday life And at the speed of light All happy moments slide by, But weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes? To catch the red sun and not let it out? The brighter shine glows, the darker shades grow, And still, in the end of our roads, we die alone Like fallen leaves Which are entombed under snow coverlid. Neath a twisted tree We watched a dim gleam of our dream.

They say there was a story of love, But like others it was forgotten for long. I hunt up it abandoned under thick sheet of dust. So, here is how it began. There was a boy who was born a prince And meant to be a new king. People around seemed friendly and kind, But deeply inside they were haughty and vile. F: Keep your back straight, use forks and spoons right, Follow strict rules and don't play the fool. M: Once you bring us to shame You will lose everything you ever claimed, bitch. They say there was a story of love, But like others it was forgotten for long. I hunt up it abandoned under thick sheet of dust. So, here is how it began. There was a girl who was conceived by occasion And meant to die in a womb. Believe it or not, An umbilical cord was tied around her neck. Dear mother was a local slut, Stepfather was always drunk, And though they loved her so bad, She was doomed To spend precious years of youth in a poky room Filled by puke, piss, late evening screams, an alcohol-laden breath and fetid rats. 18 years passed. At the night when heavy mist filled gloomy streets They both heard a vulgar minuet of an one-handed pianist. Before folks started to whirl in a devilish dance, One bold young man caught their vulturine eyes. He went to the center of the marmoreal hall By holding a glass of champagne. Indistinct whispers echoed off the walls And he stately proclaimed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am highly glad you've come here tonight. Let me be honest and straight, There is the one who has now a key to my..." ...Heart was pierced by a knife, First screams and fright, Then cheers and laughs, Her tears, his blood. People got horny, obsessed With her dread and his death. The last kiss for the lover, au revoir! This night is so damn cold... Only hoots of owls And howls of lonely wolves, Gently, purely sounded, When she was wandering through the woods. Twisted tree branches and timid moon rays Tried to show her the way from the embrace of this serpentine maze, But shameless darkness Clung to her stolen, tattered dress. She sat on the ground Lost, frozen and completely broken. Fingers grew numb, all thoughts were mixed up, There was no more pain As life in her eyes faded away. They continued to celebrate. They danced on their graves, Spread sperm on their faces, Spat in their mouths, pissed all around. Just as if nothing had happened They went home and slept well. So, did they say there was a story of love? No, they impudently lied! Here is what the story about. There always were prisoners of circumstances, places and times. Some of them play these adorable games, While madmen are trying to break them in vain. Though this life is tough It's better to die for what you love, Than choke down tears, silently shiver And run like a coward in fear. *Soft laugh in the woods*