there is a darkside in my soul that
doesnt wants to get out
looks like i am fit well for him
i say, you can stay in there,
just do not hurt anybody else
there is a darkside in my soul that
doesnt wants to get out
i pour rum on him and inhale
hookah smoke
and the poetesses and the vampires
and the psychologists
never know that
he's
in there
there is a darkside in my soul that
doesnt wants to get out
looks like i am fit well for him
i say
if you want to mess me up - go on
you want to screw up every relationship - feel free
of course you want it more than i, in fact
there is a darkside in my soul that
doesnt wants to get out
but i am too clever, i am using him
instead of muse
when i have augusts' insomnia
i say, i feel you inside
so you are not alone
then i trying to let him out
but he persist in there
may be too shy
may be more clever than me
and we watching dreams together like
that
with our
chains and scars
and it's nice enough to
make me laugh
but i dont laugh
Do you?
tribute to "Bluebird" Bukowski
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