Light ashes and dust
of my deepest depression
lay down
on the furniture
with silver blur
I'm dead but I must...
Should have made a confession
that I
had nobody left
to live it for.
Old theories rot slow,
Young flesh will rot faster
I look on this world
and Devil Is Its Master!!.
And if you ever
encounter my Ghost,
he'll tell you that life
wasn't worth livin' it forth
//корекцію граматики прийму з радістю
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=328612
Рубрика: Вірші, що не увійшли до рубрики
дата надходження 08.04.2012
автор: Jonny Evilko