Running Backwards

Walking in dark corners of the town of broken dreams

Happy faces on Adderall and Prozac. Amphetamine dinner with a glass of red wine. Get up, stand up and off you go. The dark night ahead, a gutter is waiting. You are a hero of the lost world. Lines on a mirror, thoughtless crimes. Long summer nights, under cold rain.

Walking in an empty town, between the faceless crowd. Going nowhere, coming out of the abyss. Constructed happiness, fractured sadness. The dead smile on a lifeless body. Short skirts, long desires. White teeth, dark souls.

There is nothing to say — poets short of words.

“Fight for your rights” — dealer shouts, while selling crack to kids.

Dark nights, dark souls, dark dreams and desires. Kids without knowledge of freedom. Happiness for money, “Likes” for clicks. The absurdity of obedience. Fear of life, longing for death. Envy of life of the cacoon. The untimely death of a butterfly. The sweet music of nothingness, dead composers of the past.

Proud men and proud women — empty vessels. Sparkling clothes — dirty hearts.

My girl Kali is roaming the streets. Cowards are hiding, the brave — already dead. she won’t stop until the town will burn to the ground. Every end has a beginning and of cause, every beginning has an end.