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Overstoned

The rat feeds a dove by itself,
Baring rotted through flesh,
It is a unique way
To understanding of quality pain.

Closing its empty eyes,
Having squeezed a teeth to a gnash,
Anticipating proceeding beams
From the broken off mouth.

Washing down a flesh with own tears
The bird understands that will never fly up.
Light flashes will hide all its fears.
Pulse... Clarification...

Overstoned!! Please, wake up!!

Rhinestone.

Mechanical claws of the invisible murderer
Require clearing of blood drops in time.
Sacred time of changes bears only
emptiness and an old age.

The face of whore is deformed by joy
She will smile to you untill
You can pay for her love and calmness.
She will be with you, while you possess force.

Think about a friend who calls you
when you have something to smoke.
Yes, you will deny this statement,
But the truth all the same will emerge on a surface.

The most important in everything
Is to prepare a place for burial of decrepit
body, not even worthy other's grief
Nobody can ever understand a
fake,and especially believe it.

Am I really the one who lusts for breathe
Am I really the one who wants to be

Remaining under the sky more
than a set up date

Is pointing to gods'
Mistakes in system.
In that world where serial number
defines position
and form
Destruction is the right way

of changing anything to more original
Being a rhinestone in the eyes
of thought up world is worse than
destroing the universe
inhale a smoke an start to kill

The last bud with the dead.

Look in my eye-sockets,
They are empty for a long time.
My body decays
And a brain such rotten.
But I am not going to die!

My slow steps
Will count down term of your life.
It is better for you to run,
But you instead
Sitting on a floor and cry.

I feel, its time to eat.
I can smell your fear
Don't even think there can be a deal
Because I do not talk to meal

I don't need the hatchet
I can quite will do it with my hands
It is my favourite job
To open craniums
To such morons as you
Therefore We will light up
last bud in your life
Then I will skin your head.
Look, here you are
And your body is dead

The Way of High pt.1

Sittin in the truck,
Smoke fills the bong
Like a gun
After shot
Into someone's stupid head
Empty highway stretched
As a string somwhere to the left
Of the brightest star,
Like a needle, that
Penetrated the sky through.
It seems I'm alone
Watching from here
Someone sleepin
In this eternal monolite.

The primal,
That like mother
Tender covers
With its comets tails.
Hidin from others sight,
Something secret
And important,
Which we will fail to understand.

"White Widow" leaves
Brown drops of tar
On a glass retort,
As if it murns for me,
Even stronger
Clouds my mind.
My engine's roar
In moment breaks the silence.

This perfection
Of tranquility
Melancholic sorrow
And forced solitude...
Metal joints
Of my car
Make the asphalt
Tremble.

It starts
As a lion in chase
For deliberately dead
Victim. Only in this moments
I get
The false
Of feeling freedom.