I got nothing left to lose, I’m already dead.
See my heart torn apart. The hell inside my head.
It is under my skin: the story never told.
Rotting flesh, burning veins. Let my body get cold.
Doctors are useless,
But they cannot lie.
Damn motherfucker,
He is gonna die.
This is the last
Page of my fiction.
Leave me alone
Lost in addiction.
Parents were happy,
Now they’re really not.
No more illusions.
They cry a lot.
Suffering, pain,
Sadness and sorrow –
This is my fate
Bitter and hollow.
Desomorphine – here in my blood.
Desomorphine – tell me – where is your God?
Desomorphine – you fall so deep.
Desomorphine – it’s the one way trip.
I’m in agony! There’s no end!
No, I’ll never, never repent.
It’s my source and it’s my reason.
Desomorphine – my prison!
© Andrew Mosckalev, 26.06.2019
for Dead Bastards