If you need me,
You know where I used to be.
But please leave me.
Killing time that's how it feels.
Even if your wings are scratching the sky,
I know you bought it in the nearest underpass.
Mind in sludge, cheap hints and all that jazz,
Melting patience, burning candles inside.
It is as usual inside out.
The way how you move in the darkest night
Seems too sweet, venal shout.
Darling, you have no one to cite.
You know I nod off when you start to talk,
When your rusty voice crawl among memories.
Spare me the words, let me finish my work.
This stupid scenery is as usual fabulous.