The murderer smiles
With blood-red eyes
Like the same as
The noisy fly does.
And as black-hired spies
With underhand spikes,
Who has always
No denies.
* * *
Talkin' with me
Just avoid,
Or falling asteroid
Will crash the sea.
* * *
You are sitting
On the leather dark chair
And they are shared
At you like at a bear
But you have to know:
"If you stay for a while,
Whatever, follow:
You will not survive!"
* * *
It’ so you know:
They wouldn't give you a wound.
They would bury you down
In a quite soft ground
At the silent dawn.
* * *
What are you
Waiting for?
Run and beat
Things which were before.
Stand or die,
Kill and survive.
And don't waste your blood
Make your final
Deathstrike of heart!
(Д.А.Матвеев)
The Deathstrike
© Copyright: Денис Матвеевъ, 2012
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