It's my aching universe
Getting out of common sense
Out of last lines of defense
Showing me the fear worth.
All the ligths just faded out,
Lies are torn out into pieces,
Fairytale that no one listened
Has been shouted up too loud
Crooked sky is melting down
Fretted by it's acid drippings
Mens is getting weak and sticky,
Rotten thoughts began to spawn.
No more sorrow, no regrets
When your flesh is almost eaten.
When Messiah's loudly weaping
There's no time for setting bets
Silence's hiding in eclipse
Swords have fallen out the wounds.
Echoes went down to the tunes.
It's my own apocalypse.
My own problems
© Copyright: Азамат Каргинов, 2012
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