Hurts.Hurts. Everything hurts.
But you know, let it hurt better from effort than from idleness.
There is no break here, thoughts are noisy 24/7.
There is no place for a "the deceased " body, it whines and whines.
Here rules are cruel, a step to right a step to left is a shooting.
My main hater is myself.
Merciless to himself, indifferent to himself.
Care? If there is, it is only because there are fewer problems this way.
Only because more strength is needed to continue to act.
"Control, control"- that's what I train.
"Work, work, work on yourself"- it is continuous
And even if I am weak in body, my spirit is unshakable.
Look, look what I'm encroaching on.
Yes, I'm crazy. The madman.
Something can't be real - I decided to go against it,
to become else one proof.
In this world, I break the restrictions and its settings.
My demons, I don't kill them.
My demons, I grow them.
They could have eaten me a long time ago, but I tame them.
All my hate and anger, that's what they eat.
We will be on an equal footing.
(help, help, help, so wild for others)
Life and death go hand in hand with each other?
Look, I'm doing impossible.
A heart of gold and selfishness.
Devil's smile and angel's wings,
Yin and Yang.
I keep looking for a balance, and more and more comes out.
"The strongest survives here" - Look, I'm getting.
More hardened than steel - that's what I'm aiming for.
As snakes shed their skin, my breakdowns and updates will be eternal.
I'm killing myself more and more.
Who said that a flower with thorns can't hug without causing harm?
Who said a dead man can't be alive?
Who said that torment and rejection can't be harmless, and loneliness is strong?
Look, I'm encroaching on system of this world more and more.
See how I'm learning to combine incongruous.
Watch as me make murder resurrection.
And yes, this path is so damn difficult, unbearable.
Besides, to tell the truth, when I thought I was my choice,
Over time, this turned out to be partially untrue.
I can't give up all this way, no matter how tired I am, no matter how much I don't want it anymore.
It's like a curse.
This is a great blessing and eternal hell,
It will be in me for the rest of my days.
Hatred and gratitude are flowing in my veins now.
I won and lost at same time.
YOU ARE READING
Look, look what I'm encroaching on
Poetry"Hurts.Hurts. Everything hurts. But you know, let it hurt better from effort than from idleness"
