Dear clown…

Why so sad you are…?

Maybe your beloved is far…,

Or you have something lost

That warmed you most…?

I see …

It is not just so easy,

To overcome that world sleazy.

I can quickly understand you,

Seeking something that’s true.

Tears are falling…

You are again all alone,

Ohh my dear sad clown.

If I can give you my love,

Will your soul be free like a dove?

But I’m sitting in front of my laptop…
and now no rhymes are conceived by my mind…

Unfortunately I can’t give the clown my love,

Because this clown is everyone around

But in a hidden drawer in the deepest depth of our own minds and souls.

GOSSIPS

Клюкари;)

SAD CLOWN

Отново мое творение...

WHO AM I...?

Мое произведение....

FEARS

I want to die first... No more thirst, no more left desires, no more inner fires. I don't want this life anymore. It's just a listless terror. It's something I can't take, day after day I'm becoming fake. Why should I suffer, why my senses are rougher..? Questions converting into a tear... "Am I from here?" My own world's like a sphere, with only one fear... That it won't be broken and things'll remain unspoken. If my soul is still alive, I know it won't dive, into the gentle air,... It just won't be fair! It's hard to be awere of all things you should care, but when you find out- it's just a little sound. A sound coming from your soul. Find it!-It's hiding like a mole. Catch it! Keep it! It's your own deed. Leave your biggest fears in the past few years.

DREAM

It is a night, it is a night and the moon shines bright. I'm sitting on a bench and think about revenge. I may be cruel in times, but my little crimes are not so bad... It's because of my head and my little desire to rule that huge empire.