сие мои старые стихи - те из них, которые мне сейчас всё ещё не смешно и не тошно перечитывать. если что, они были впервые опубликованы в моих старых дневниках - Fusion2009 и ac1d_ra1n. желающие проверить сей факт отмечаются в комментах и получают ответы с аккаунтов вышеупомянутых юзеров.
да, и пардон, что на английском. на русском не умею, к сожалению. то есть не то чтобы не умею, просто получается не совсем то.
короче, позвольте представить на ваш суд следующие продукты сублимации:

21/03/04
Happy Birthday To Me

Today's my eighteenth birthday. Getting dark.
I walk alone and smoke in desert park
This day is not a holiday for me
I wish I've never got a chance to be

I never felt such emptiness inside
But I knew what I did, I wasn't blind
I always knew it's gonna end like this
But never cared and did just what I pleased

I am not sorry, I'm quite satisfied
It's all quite logical, and everything is right
I don't need no one's understanding. But
I know the string of my life should be cut


2/01/06
The grass is grey like ashes of empires
I guess your world commited suicide
The dying cities melt in nuclear fires
And when they turn to dust comes timeless night

I step in bitter waters and I feel
Like I am floating in my mother's womb
This blood of perished world has strength to heal
Was it you, Saviour, who has dropped the bomb?

I'm waiting for my dawn of dying light
The acid rains had washed my tears away
It is so strange to feel I'm no more blind
At last this world became good place to stay



4/01/06
The winds of north brought scent of toxic smog
Fresh grass was tangled with fallen leaves and trash
And so we were - you, star of our block
And I - a morbid soul in virgin flesh

I was "another one", you were - the only
We were just friends, I never wanted you
I always felt all right when being lonely
Till you proposed to show me something new

It's all my fault - I knew what I was doing
And I'm not playing "spoiled innocence"
The lying to themselves deserve the fooling
Thank you, my love - you taught me common sense