I’ve spent all Russian words,
I’ve wasted it on shit
Now I change my chords,
Preparing for repeat.
I’m wasting English keys,
Putting words together,
To make destructive kiss
And then to make it better.
I’ll break my verses now,
But ‘till they are alive,
I’m loading ‘em to bow
To fire a shot, to kill my life.
[April, 4, 2007]