Speed

Driving at highest speed
Restless search for facilitation
Nonetheless I proceed
I don't care of speed limitation

And I increase the speed
To surpass my despair and passion
The views outside repeat
As I remain tranquil and patient

I pursue the night spirit
I resume my mad searching
I fall down and I spin it
I admit the speed's scorching

The night brings up the speed
I flee from a senseless tension
Henceforth I succeed
To avoid this cruel dark intention

The morning dumps the speed
My cheeks are salty from hydration
I plant the displeasure seed
To satisfy my infernal ration

I pursue the night spirit
I resume my mad searching
I fall down and I spin it
I admit the speed's scorching

My demons adore the speed
All efforts result in hybernation
My last asylum is the street
Where soul achieved its liberation

I love the smell of speed
They raise the bridges near the station
I rush my iron steed
To prevent anguish and frustration

22 декабря 2013 года