Immortal teacher

Автор: Лаврентьев 13 06


Silences screams

And darkness appears

That feeling - apathy

Consumes me sometimes.

I living, but feeling are hollow inside.

A suffering path - for teaching somebody.



I falling again

In garden o' flowers,

That zakuro-bombs

And red blood above.



Cant screaming, my souls disappears.

White silence in garden of flowers.

No hate and no dreams.

No bullets, no screams.

I just want to hope

Believe and again.



They will become great

And screaming again.

My life is eternal,

But suffering - too.

And this is a problem of life.