Our favourite game we are playing
Each wanting the other to loose
Squinty eye-souls we're displaying
Convincing each other we play by the rules.
Conviction holds us, as we do ourselves
And the roulette is spinning faster
Black and red flames we row and shelve,
Our self is here for sale, in the roaster.
Hatred, the trickiest trick we are playing
But the globe knifecuted the waiting
And a thought lingered like a bell –
To win over another is loosing each other...
10 April 2003
Convictions
© Copyright: Лучикмечтой, 2004
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