Life
addiction is my immortality. Death doesn’t exist for me. Everything death
related I write is valid only in my imagination.
It is dark, cold and moist,
It is confided space,
It doesn’t bother me now,
Because you have killed me this night,
It wasn’t intent,
I know,
The dawn will be mourning its loss,
You will return your sweet home,
Is it your harbor?
Your castle?
Your lair?
It's your insanity case,
In the morning you won’t remember,
What happened to you last night,
Last night you
bankrupted a little,
But you are still rich and grand,
Today I am the biggest spender,
I’ve run out of
my god’s trust fund,
You will wake up one empty morning,
Because you still open your eyes,
You’ll be poorer just a little,
I will be threadbare and dumpy,
Lying in my dim nest,
Smearing your glass
walls,
With the lyrics of one death,
You won’t be able to solve,
The equation of pointless death,
I’ll solve the equation of killing,
Persuading your bloodthirsty brains,
Any can kill anybody,
Depending on circumstances,
Situations can take lives,
Anyone has the lightless,
Anyone has something black,
One day it defeats all colors,
A variable is your lyrics,
Under ‘I am’ the circumstance,
A constant is one,
It’s my death,
You’ve killed in a big hurry,
You didn’t ask my last will,
Death has never been my worry,
Death is your business but mine,
I want my beloved undertaker,
To know my burial plot,
I don’t want to see him grieving,
I don’t want to see him crying,
Don't pour your bitter tears,
Tears are salty water,
Or orchids will rot in the swamp,
Don’t stab my shade with remorse,
Making a fuss of your frights,
I don’t want my beloved undertaker,
Disturbing the
peace of his mind,
I am loved-up,
I am snuggling,
Pressing my breath against your glove,
Your gloves are made of red velvet,
No, I am not rising,
However I will rise,
Like the last sun of your life.
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