Nervous silence, twisted dreams
Her transitive unconcern tempts you
Eternal circulation - pa**ion or frigidity?
There isn't any rule to correspond. Yearning for a long since lost feeling...
Is it rests?
Sometimes it breaks forth unexpectedly.
Hold it! Her eyes are placid and slaughterous
She has terrible words to say
...but so fascinating
Over the pa**ion you can't se confidence...
The interminable self-reproaches are needless! For the pleasant times you could even k**
The glue of thoughts pastes your mind
The neutrality makes you mad
But your instincts tells you to expect on,
The Cruel instincts When you'll feel you know
everything and all about...
No more riddles -
then you will be
the most perplexed broken thinker Yearning for a definitive reason to forget,
a force, What makes me turn
Throw it!