Fuck off! It`s my old, private demons –
Keep your hands off their flat smiles,
My mouths twists cause of lemons –
You overfed them with your lies.
No one can lead – except your heart,
You should remember your child`s soul,
You say you`re crazy, I believe you, but
I purposely dropped and smashed a bowl.
And now all your dreams like missing lunch –
You lose again, you have to do all with this shit,
You`re bleeding with your own finger`s punch…
With cranberry and ketchup – seemed to bleed.
You say: “No matter how it hurts –
I like my own secluded world”,
Forget of all your of monsters and of lords –
You catch a fever of eternity, so cold.
The universe that I can see shines in your eyes,
You look inside – the depth of cave is long.
But you can`t see the truth behind the skin – your smiles,
They turn into a grin in all your songs.
Private demons
© Copyright: Анна Долгашова, 2015
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