The scene is over,
Let you go.
The poorest novel
Ever known.
The actors - ugly.
Puppet faces...
Say, it was not me,
Hide the traces.
The hearts are rotten,
Burn them down.
Your role's forgotten,
Break the crown.
Crash that theater!
Soul is sold.
Kill mad Creator!
Blood is cold.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=285666
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 11.10.2011
автор: Julia De-Ville