mental flue
poem
When the heavens are silent,
I think about what I need to do.
I guess I'm just a little tired.
It's some kind of mental flu.
The geometry is quite simple:
The parallels do not intersect.
You and I are parallel people:
We don't fight, we don't protect.
The world is wonderful, can't you see?
The clouds are white, the sky is blue.
But you're not who you used to be.
I guess, you've caught my mental flu.
April 27, 2024
Malady
song
[Verse 1]
There are no good lyricists left in our century
And no right medicines have been invented.
There were holy people next to me while I was sick.
I wonder where I would be now if they didn't help me.
[Chorus]
I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.
Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.
It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.
You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.
[Verse 2]
All the best lyricists died due to shock therapy.
During bad trips, any artist praises his malady.
But when the fever starts, he curses his great insight.
Then he dies knowing that he has performed his rite right.
[Chorus]
I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.
Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.
It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.
You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.
[Bridge]
And my insight brought me only harsh contempt.
I couldn't score а hundred, but it was a great attempt.
Run, Forest, run if you don't want to wallow in the mud.
I don't need anything divine, I'm tired of this fight.
Holy people turn away, 'cause they cannot pray for me.
And now there is only me and my favourite malady.
[Chorus]
I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.
Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.
It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.
You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.
Holy people turn away, 'cause they cannot pray for me.
And now there is only me and my favourite malady.
Eeeh-eeh
Hear this melody.
Fear this malady.
Eeeh-eeh.
June 6th, 2024
Dethroning
song
[Verse 1]
Can I ask one more favour?
Praise your Queen and save her
And go fight for my crown.
I thought I had a great army,