Psychology of a loser
I, son of carbon and ammonia,
Monster of darkness and brightness,
I suffer, since the epigenesis of childhood,
The evil influence of the zodiac signs.
Deeply hypochondriacal,
This environment disgusts me...
An urge similar to the urge rises to my mouth
That escapes from the mouth of a heartbroken person.
Now the worm — this worker of the ruins —
May the rotten blood of carnage
Eat, and declare war on life in general,
He's peeping into my eyes to gnaw them,
And he will leave me only my hair,
In the inorganic coldness of the earth!
Intimate Verses
See! Nobody watched the formidable
Burial of your last chimera.
Only Ingratitude – this panther –
She was your inseparable companion!
Get used to the mud that awaits you!
The Man, who, in this wretched land,
Lives among beasts, feels inevitable
Need to also be a beast.
Take a match. Light your cigarette!
The kiss, friend, is the day before spitting,
The hand that strokes is the same that stones.
If someone still feels sorry for your wound,
Stone that vile hand that caresses you,
Spit into that mouth that kisses you!
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