Drawing albeit mean
Pushing till you bend
Never under control
Boiling your soft blood
You insult me when you justify, when you conform, attune, comply
Why paint green a shrub that's dry, just admit you are a lie
Can't just take it seriously
When it melts down into irony
Is that what it's going to be?
An unconcluded paroxysm
Cunning smile and hollow eyes, so depressing to give up
Fate you longed to and desired - defunct dead and bastardized
To enter the garden of blossoms
With a serenity indulged
To see nothing but a desert
With your prude disgusted eyes
To watch you as we separate
Preoccupied with hoarding excess
Last chance to grasp it now
But I only try, to reach, in my head
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Drawing albeit mean
Pushing till you bend
Never under control
Boiling your soft blood
You insult me when you justify, when you conform, attune, comply
Why paint green a shrub that's dry, just admit you are a lie
Can't just take it seriously
When it melts down into irony
Is that what it's going to be?
An unconcluded paroxysm
Cunning smile and hollow eyes, so depressing to give up
Fate you longed to and desired - defunct dead and bastardized
To enter the garden of blossoms
With a serenity indulged
To see nothing but a desert
With your prude disgusted eyes
To watch you as we separate
Preoccupied with hoarding excess
Last chance to grasp it now
But I only try, to reach, in my head
Pushing till you bend
Never under control
Boiling your soft blood
You insult me when you justify, when you conform, attune, comply
Why paint green a shrub that's dry, just admit you are a lie
Can't just take it seriously
When it melts down into irony
Is that what it's going to be?
An unconcluded paroxysm
Cunning smile and hollow eyes, so depressing to give up
Fate you longed to and desired - defunct dead and bastardized
To enter the garden of blossoms
With a serenity indulged
To see nothing but a desert
With your prude disgusted eyes
To watch you as we separate
Preoccupied with hoarding excess
Last chance to grasp it now
But I only try, to reach, in my head
Writer: Mikołaj Makowski
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