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Пустые не плачут, но сильно страдают,
Не верите мне - так поверьте другим,
В углу под забором, послышится шёпот,
Из сиплого горла: «Не зря мы едим…
Нам голос сказал, что отпустит печали,
От дырки к утру лишь останется шов!"
Вот только, похоже, пустому солгали,
Зудящая рана - проклятье веков.
Она говорит, что нам вырвали душу,
Заставив при этом на что-то пойти,
А тело при этом оставили сдуру,
Раз так уж считают - придётся идти.
На пойски полностью лживого счастья,
Которое было когда-то внутри,
Теперь же не станет и часа ненастья,
Тепло и надежду забрали они.
И губы не сложатся больше улыбкой,
Что может и правда могла обогреть,
Встречая без чувств мир сегодня прекрасный,
Приходится холодно, скорбно смотреть.
На солнечный диск, что мы раньше хвалили,
На воду, дома, на еду и песок,
Нас раньше заботливо образы грели,
Сейчас же продляют страдания срок.
И первая стадия - страхи без боли,
Когда бы ты смог без надежды сгореть,
Но я то иной, говорю сам «Запомни!
Всё худшее было - падать духом не сметь!»
И в ужасе жрал я таких же, подобных,
В конце-то концов не хочу умирать,
Но пробовать жить в этом мире бездомных,
Я тоже не стал - меня можно понять.
Пускай меня люди со страхом отвергли,
В эмоциях ярких и по виду их лиц
Я чётко узнал, и сказал сам «Запомни!
Они не хотели под боком убийц!
А кто мы для них, если живы осколки,
Что пляшут вокруг, не двая уснуть,
И шепчут: «Запомни, запомни, запомни!»
Таков у отвергнутых в терниях путь!»
Зияя всё больше, сожрав сантиметры,
Мне рана намёком давала понять,
Что надо пытаться прорваться из клетки,
И стать человеком, собравшись опять.
Я плакал от смеха, умирая от боли,
От спазмов, которых так и желал,
Исполнить смертников любиные роли,
Улечься под поезд и попасть под обвал.
Но частью души, что запомнила много,
В уме верещавшей почём только зря,
Теперь же смогла лишь смиренно, безмолвно,
Посланье отдать: «Я теперь умерла»
Вот это безумный-то ум шевельнуло,
Как рухнул последний, некрепкий оплот,
Желанье спастись от безликого ткнуло,
Заставило драться безжалостней, чёрт…
Не помню безумия, даже порывы,
Метало по миру годов почти сто,
Когда всё закончилось - слёг от обиды,
Мне ярости чинство ничего не дало.
И прошлая жизнь уж почти позабылась,
И шире в груди от несчастья дыра,
С косой возжеланная так не явилась,
Оставив меня лишь хворать до утра.
Людьми позабытый, но не болью обмана,
Я руку просунул сквозь дурное клеймо,
Пускай там болит, без эмоций мне правда,
Теперь уже как-то, на боль всё равно.
Poem about empty - revelation first
Empty do not cry, but suffer greatly,
Do not believe me - so believe others,
In the corner under the fence, a whisper will be heard,
From the hoarse throat: “No wonder we eat ...
The voice told us that he would let go of sorrow
From the hole to the morning there will only be a seam! "
That's just, it seems, they lied to the empty
Itching wound is a curse of centuries.
She says that we were pulled out of the soul
At the same time, forcing me to go for something,
And the body was left to the body,
If they think so, you have to go.
On the inversibly completely false happiness,
Which was once inside
Now there will be no hours of bad weather,
They took warmth and hope.
And the lips will not turn out anymore with a smile
What could really warm up
Meeting without feelings the world is wonderful today,
We have to look coldly, mournful.
On the solar disk that we used to praise
To water, at home, for food and sand,
We used to carefully warm us,
Now the deadline is extending the suffering.
And the first stage is fears without pain
When you could burn without hope,
But I am different, I say “remember!
It was all the worst - to fall in spirit not to dare! ”
And in horror I re -eaten the same as
In the end, I don't want to die,
But try to live in this world of homeless people,
I didn’t - I can understand me.
Let me rejected me with fear,
In the emotions of bright and in the appearance of their faces
I clearly recognized, and said "remember!" Remember!
They did not want the killers under the side of the killers!
And who are we for them if the fragments are alive,
That they are dancing around is not a day to fall asleep,
And whisper: "Remember, remember, remember!"
Such is the paths rejected in thorns! "
Gazing more and more, burning centimeters,
The wound of me made it clear
That you need to try to break through the cage,
And become a man, gathered again.
I cried with laughter, dying with pain,
From spasms that he wanted,
Fulfill suicide suicide roles,
To lie down under the train and fall under the collapse.
But part of the soul that I remembered a lot,
In the mind, how much is only in vain,
Now she was able only humbly, silently,
Sent to give: "I have died now"
This crazy mind moved
How the last, weak bastion collapsed,
Desire to escape from the faceless poked,
Made me fight ruthless, damn ...
I do not remember madness, even impulses,
Almost a hundred threw in the world,
When it ended, he leaned with resentment,
The Chinage did not give me anything.
And the past life has almost forgotten
And wider in the chest from the misfortune of the hole,
With the scythe, the wished so did not appear,
Leaving me only to get sick until morning.
People are forgotten, but not painful,
I put my hand through the bad stigma
Let it hurt there, without emotion I really,
Now somehow, for pain, it doesn’t matter.
Empty do not cry, but suffer greatly,
Do not believe me - so believe others,
In the corner under the fence, a whisper will be heard,
From the hoarse throat: “No wonder we eat ...
The voice told us that he would let go of sorrow
From the hole to the morning there will only be a seam! "
That's just, it seems, they lied to the empty
Itching wound is a curse of centuries.
She says that we were pulled out of the soul
At the same time, forcing me to go for something,
And the body was left to the body,
If they think so, you have to go.
On the inversibly completely false happiness,
Which was once inside
Now there will be no hours of bad weather,
They took warmth and hope.
And the lips will not turn out anymore with a smile
What could really warm up
Meeting without feelings the world is wonderful today,
We have to look coldly, mournful.
On the solar disk that we used to praise
To water, at home, for food and sand,
We used to carefully warm us,
Now the deadline is extending the suffering.
And the first stage is fears without pain
When you could burn without hope,
But I am different, I say “remember!
It was all the worst - to fall in spirit not to dare! ”
And in horror I re -eaten the same as
In the end, I don't want to die,
But try to live in this world of homeless people,
I didn’t - I can understand me.
Let me rejected me with fear,
In the emotions of bright and in the appearance of their faces
I clearly recognized, and said "remember!" Remember!
They did not want the killers under the side of the killers!
And who are we for them if the fragments are alive,
That they are dancing around is not a day to fall asleep,
And whisper: "Remember, remember, remember!"
Such is the paths rejected in thorns! "
Gazing more and more, burning centimeters,
The wound of me made it clear
That you need to try to break through the cage,
And become a man, gathered again.
I cried with laughter, dying with pain,
From spasms that he wanted,
Fulfill suicide suicide roles,
To lie down under the train and fall under the collapse.
But part of the soul that I remembered a lot,
In the mind, how much is only in vain,
Now she was able only humbly, silently,
Sent to give: "I have died now"
This crazy mind moved
How the last, weak bastion collapsed,
Desire to escape from the faceless poked,
Made me fight ruthless, damn ...
I do not remember madness, even impulses,
Almost a hundred threw in the world,
When it ended, he leaned with resentment,
The Chinage did not give me anything.
And the past life has almost forgotten
And wider in the chest from the misfortune of the hole,
With the scythe, the wished so did not appear,
Leaving me only to get sick until morning.
People are forgotten, but not painful,
I put my hand through the bad stigma
Let it hurt there, without emotion I really,
Now somehow, for pain, it doesn’t matter.
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