Eros, you, damned, now go away
'Cause you're nit allowed to touch me.
Infector of souls who leads us astray,
There's no place in my heart to be.
You, bringer of pain, you, constructor of lie,
I'm deaf for your cries like a stone,
Don't want anything from you, want you to die,
I'm hard despite naked like a bone.
Damned and denied, I avoid you at all,
My cross is to be free from you,
I am the one to ignore your call,
The one of forever free few.
Don't try to enslave me, do not waste your time,
You have just to go away.
I know what you want and I know your crime.
There's no place in my soul to stay.
Eros, the playgue
© Copyright: Владимир Игоревич Балыкин, 2012
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