Twisted winter blues

Арсений Коваленко
don't let me lock myself in me
again again again again
Beretta pistol is my only sister
oil boils foil coils
a bullet doesn't fly, instead it stucks
in the decapitated stairway
to the castrated Heaven

there was the Sun, now there is none
I saw Mad Hatter, now he's gone
not many people could untie it all

I wonder why the light from the above
keeps hinting there are processes beyond me
say, photosynthesis
I need no photosynthesis

we'd better leave the shut infected city
and go to cheesy fellas hitting blunts
we don't belong there
just like anywhere
again, I don't see well
while looking for a woman deep in you
the secret woman that was never there
my bubbles from the mouth blew up, only the hunger stays
it asks me who I could hide myself into

in this twisted winter blues
we are strangers on the loose
in our fluffy stainless bluff
we are prisoners of love


2019 / 2023