Make me cry
Severe reality of alien dreams
The unknown angels
Transplantation of rotten organs
Waiting for a cold morning
Waiting for a cold morning | Год:
2000 | Автор(ы):
A.Кобединов | Последняя
So hard to see into the eyes of own mother! Why does she
let me to be in hell? Now I have no friends and I don"t
want to live. Somewhere behind my naive dreams has left.
Somewhere behind my life has left. I conceal my eyes
which are dropsical cause of tears. I"m scared when I
watch these people, explain what they do with me.
What for is this cross on my neck? Christ! I pray every
morning to do it last. Watch me, when I"m in this dark
room! I don"t want to come back in foul dirty bed!
O God! It"s so hard! I feel bad when I see own blood.
Mama, mama, take me away from here! I can"t sleep,
I"m afraid constantly, my face is a bruise. I feel pain when
they penetrate… The mother bawls permanently, she takes
me to alien people, and I dance, dance listening to their
plastered laughter, naked and humiliated.I hate you,
woman, who gives my birth. Several months already my
life had flowed among dirt and platitude. I"m a body
satisfying lustful bastards! Kill me by your shameless
desire! I"m daughter who waits for the morning to
freese on the floor beneath the blanket and to dream
about non-coming of the mother. I wait for the cold
morning to go away from this room, to lie in cold corner,
to crywaiting for death. Now I"m cureless. My heart is
broken and my soul screams every night praying for saving.
There"s no mercy, childish consciousness is broken.
Through the ignorance and violence I watch the daylight.
Thank you, the sun for your warm rays but I don"t have
childish romance. Nothing dismays me any more. Just
look after grey mist of time going slowly…
Their shadows everywhere, they rape me even in my dream
and time has stopped. You can"t understand how
it"s hard and painful. Life which suffers me is so
beatiful for others.