Defector

By Artem Tregub

Defector

Written 2026-04-04 - 2026-04-13

I'd like to fly, but I will not.

My wings are stuck in the swamp.

They're stuck in the emptiness.

Who knew I'd be left penniless?


If only I could feel it again,

I have no one with.

It may be weird; I want to have

Someone I could miss.


Little did I notice the scars

'Till it got too late.

I want to see not me but us.

Staying under evening rain.


Spring won't give me warmth.

I must stop worrying about this.

Life is ruthless like an iron sword.

It's onerous to perceive without myths.


I saw you in my dream tonight.

As if it'd make my life better.

And I still remember your sight.

I'll remember it forever.


I was sad, and I was alive.

Now I'm emotionally numb.

I don't want to waste my life.

Because it's not an eternal ride.


Thanks to you, my dream,

I was on cloud nine.

It was like I was in a film.

Rarely do I feel so fine.


I mustn't remember the past.

In the era of oblivion it's a sin.

But I'm covered with rust.

So now I'mma defect to a fib.


April 4, 2026