13 окт. 2013 г., 20:49

Urban 

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I am imprisoned in the stupid town.
Obsessed of rage I start to suck my fingers.
Malicious cars and pavements pull me down
With frowned expressions - straight to the abyss.
And there’s a chaos, clatter, bloody roar.
I lose my breath inside the leaded mist.
Intoxicated – dream to buy some joy
Because the Lev is not enough for kingdom.
Another groan is struggling thru my throat
Another cigarette I lit – another calk
Well, I have nailed it – not into my coffin –
But in the snout of traffic light that’s glowing ...

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