You are a real liar.
Don't ask me to remain.
It's only your desire, —
I think it's gonna rain.
Pathetic prize. No feeding.
Dust is — what I — lived for.
I cannot stop the bleeding,
I wanna live no more.
No one can be protected
just by himself. I have
a soul, it was reflected…
I hear the call of grave,
of all-consuming hatred.
As locust, bloody rain.
As reason… F*ckin' faded.
But now I feel your pain.
This is a song of silence,
this night will never end.
This is a song of violence,
the call of sinful land!
You will not see tomorrow;
an ash against the wall.
Don't stare at me so hollow,
don't lie. Don't try to fall.
Another fallen heaven,
it's a funeral stream.
Who now is unforgiven? —
My dirty sickfull dream!
Гончаров А.С.
2019