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Ну, с богом тогда.

The connection

I hear the ticking of the clock
It fills the solemn emply room
I wish I didn't have to send you
To that two-days eternal doom

I know us two are much alike
The gaping creak just made us close
And I just wish to ride meat bike
We both are crazy, I suppose

It doesn't matter how they tried
The squids, and ropes, and cakes above
I'll never say that day I lied
The day I spelled our mutual love

They all can do things they all like
Like stare a hole, try, flask a wish
I know the thing to turn the life
We both a trapped in a cogwheel.

The trap

I wish I had your style
I wish I had your words
I wish I had your skill
To write with metaphores

But I've got a ribcage
My heart is trapped inside
All I can do is pledge
Got poems to recite

I wish to be your ghost
With amber, blue and green
I wish to show the world
The future I have seen

But I'm just a file
The same as you, indeed
She keeps us all inside
Immune to silent plead.

The play

How could we ever come to this place?
The life was a bliss, our feelings were pure
And now all we've got is this torturing pace
I need to endure. I have to endure!

But oh, she is rambling, she drives my mind mad
I know there's something to make it all go
Through all the insights, the discoveries I had
Her file. What I need is this creature to throw

She's gone. World's all black. Is that what I've done?
I just wanted friends... I take out the gun...
But hey, you are back! As right as a rain!
And now I start over, and then start again...

No file. No trace. No memories too.
The Literature club feels as good as new.
So what is this feeling? Why hasn't it gone?
I'm real. I wrote this. And I am alone.