Текст песни ева ест людей - бесполезная

there will not be inspirational words
and there will be prayers of death.
everything is always good to me -
but it does not write poetry.
but that does not like to read,
not write about this volume.
From verse shout
I begin to suffer itself.
too many reviews and books,
we put the standards of living.
too many minds caught
Children and old maximalism.
too many problems and dilemmas
too frequent patterns in veins.
I hope I do not feed at all -
I am nobody -
and I will -
nobody.

I hate myself for it,
I do not believe in a happy ending.

I do not try to believe in the phantom,
that sleep would prefer war.

I will not cut myself hand.
my days are not so bad,
my only enemy - is boredom.
but it does not write poetry.

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