The game of rhyming

I will wake up another day forever and without you.
Who’ ve said that people’ re dying?
Suppose my life gonna be eternal…
The game of rhyming.
In other words,
I am not able to do nothing
or nothing to do,
I’ll take another pen
and gonna have a lot of fun
with my daily pass through…
The pass.
My love on the edge of the kiss,
nor ever bypass,
nor ever exact.
It couldn’ t be shower that falls from the clouds…
Look to the trees!
Watch to the see!
Tears o’ mine falling,
it’ s nothin’ to hear…
Here…
On our saviors ground,
that I was digging.
Putting into it the liquid salt
from my little insignificant  eyes…
Am I for real or am I kiddin’?
Really I’ m the expert in art of
self killing.
 
And you,
who I am protecting…
From the pain of beloved me.
That I am acting,
like lover,
who do not expect
to find soon another
toy – flower…
You’ re really amazing,
aren’ t you?
I hope that I’ ll forget you
the day after tomorrow
and won’t ever disturb
your happy soul with my
brush, hush, liquid…
Sorrow.
I do not regret,
but life o’ mine
without you is horror.