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a bug, stuck in a jar.
in a struggle to escape
it crawls around.
to no avail.
after all it’s so frail.
frail, this bug still climbs.
you kill a bug.
it’s ugly and disgusting.
It’s small but it’s still a threat.
to what? you don’t know.
it’s just disgusting.
I fell in love with a man,
I started my life again.
He's got pretty eyes
With a colour of blice.
He had a charming voice
Which lured me all the time.
your blue eyes
are like a paradise,
your eyes hit my heart,
you became a light in my dark
if someone described me as a broken glass i could agree,
Am I the corpse that awaits the return of a spirit
Or the phantom that disappeared?
Am I the murderer who saw the blood on my hands; and on my face did smear it
Or the imitation that to the eye dead appeared?
Am I the bird who chirped in the wild forest
Or the observer that despises it?
Липка павутина тримає
Кінцівки асоціальної комахи.
Комаха наївно вважає,
Що вона не у фільмі жахів.
Голодний до щастя павук,
Показує яскраве життя -
moss grows on a log.
it spreads and thrives.
if dry, it dies.
but this moss, never dies.
no matter how hot or dry,
it doesn’t die.
A portrait without a face,
A ghost without a spirit,
A phantom never feared,
An assassin who leaves no trace,
A song with no music and lyrics,
A form that was never mirrored,
we will become memories
again again again
minutes are our enemies
It’s pain pain pain
no time to wait
no time to regret
Run! Run!
Better Run!
Keep going, please keep going
the bile of thoughts
fuels hatred
indifference of action
fuels desire