You ain't the blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.

Camus says "there's no sense in living,
And you should keep your eyes wide open"
But I'll devote my life to writing
and people, beautifully broken.

I was impressed by your coldness,
and your sick little jokes.
I told devil about you.
he went out for a smoke.

Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."

And if you shoot me in the heart
And in my blood I'll lie, I'll lie,
Then even there I'll find my art:
"It's such a pretty way to die!"

I'm so tired of this endless
                                                       duel
that is tearing my soul apart
And that's how I know -
God is                                           cruel
for He gave me                              a heart
in a world full of                       eyes

Sometimes it seems like my heart is rotten,
it can't feel anything but the pain,
and I can't touch it, 'cause wounds are open...
I am my calm and my hurricane.

Sometimes I think I've concurred the monster.
But then, again, the image starts clouding.
They say the human body is 60% water...
Well, that explains why it feels like I'm drowning.

People get
butterflies
in their stomachs
from love.
My love was so immature and true,
that a single caterpillar
was eating its way
through my heart.

I've learned one truth the hardest way,
It's harsh, I will admit:
Good girls, they never go to Hell,
They live in it.

In the shady nights of sad dispair
The happy thought runs through my brain
That I don't mind my heart is shattered
Because I've loved,
and that's what matters.

It's almost like we're the same,
'Cause You fell from Heaven,
And I've raised from Hell.
But we've met on Earth.
So that means "no regrets".

I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...

The reason of my
endless sadness
And why my soul's
worn to the bone -
'Cause
all I loved, I loved so reckless,
'Cause
all I loved, I loved alone...

When You read through the lines,
And wipe off all the magic,
You will know -

just like life,
Love's supposed to be tragic.

Giving the earth her last kisses,
Face down, laying on cold concrete,
She's the gone girl nobody misses,
Now all that's left is blood and meat.

Maybe I like putting things on fire.
Maybe that's the way I am.
Maybe I've always been a liar
saying I don't give a ****.
Maybe your eyes are my torment,
maybe I can't commit.
Maybe my mind is a storm, and
maybe it can't be fixed...

You said we're gonna be just fine,
And fooled me once again

I took a knife you've stabbed me with
and killed a million men.
Amen.

And when I'm gone,
Cremate my soul,
Mix my ashes with *******,
So for once,
in this lifetime,
I'll be better than Cobain.

Today, I send you lots of love.
The love you thought you don't deserve.
The love that people never give.
The love You share without a fear.

Nobody cried. Nobody cared.
A couple of eyes were in despair.
And on the tombstone, it was inscribed:
"Committed social suicide".

I can't delete you from my brain,
You live rent-free in my heart-ware<3
Love must've found me again,
And now I'm scared I'll go insane.

Red leaves are falling to the ground...
"I hope this rain won't drown me down,
and I'll get to the other side!"-
said Paper Boat...
and died