;Too many missiles are aimed to my head,
Too many wires are under my skin.
I've got a feeling that i never had -
Blood sometimes turns into hot melted tin.
Raindrops in evening are dirty nowdays,
But I still go to get known with sunset.
Maybe I`ll show him some unusual ways,
Maybe he`ll tell me how to be undead.
And with this knowledge I will go beyond
To live without reflections of fate,
And to create something cannot be born,
If I still have any power to stay.
Knowledge
© Copyright: Тосол Марков, 2012
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