I don’t wanna take this spoiling anymore.
My body’s suffering from decomposing rot.
What am I living for?
It’s easier to take a shot…
My branches are shaking from the fear breath,
The leaves are falling, burning out the ground.
I see a rising sun, it’s death.
Hello my friend, take me deep underground…
At once my live got a way out,
My thoughts are now outside the head.
The body freed itself in the last shout.
I am the mall of death, I’m dead…
I don t wanna take this spoiling anymore
© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2015
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