Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod!
To shoot or not to shoot – to count dollars Or not to count – it is no longer a question! What remains is shoot and count. I got stunned from an armed god And cash drugs – nothing is no longer reliable except sleeping outside the vault. I am only left with an interior of lilac to drink.
In the empty rifle I inscribed confused notions Of all people! It remains for me to be one of the trillion offices Of the multinational companies… What remains is to open fire from the rifle into A rabbit that is flat resting in a temple…
To shoot for real at the Bosnian pearl, That is shining too clear… To shoot for real with silence, As criminals shoot with lies?! To shoot at the heaven bride? To make her a slut or to stay thirsty? To live? Not to live? To sleep? To go to work early? Ever since I woke up The crunch is shooting at me! Everything is clear to me – it has been forever too late.
But I was touched by a voice of a firefly: You have blazed yourself!
Your name is marked in its ledger. It will find you, catch you flatfooted. Trap you. Have you. Keep you hostage and not ask for ransom. This is snake charming – rattlesnake charms the man, lulls and rocks and poisons.
Looking up, looking down. I can feel my heart beat fast. I can sense the betrayal by my conscious, my feelings surrendering to him. there is no escape point here, but only the extraction point. I tried to hide behind
This day you left this world that day I am experiencing hell without you ever since like a Torn kite flying aimless like thick dark clouds hovering creating darkness in noon like Waves over the sea rising to the skies
As he slowly floated to the sky The stars spelled out his name His heart, his soul all were loved But now burned with a wicked flame His hand slipped away from mine The curved, crocked and the most looked