Dmitriy Kokarev - - Creeps -

Why cover up ourselves in our own lies
We fill the air with guilty smoke
If only I could print her portrait in my heart
And leave behind my cigarettes

You hurt, but not necessarily from pain
And conscience sometimes brings up fear
Kill me, but promise painless death
Scare me, but keep my conscience brave

Our house these days vacant
Our interests are fading
The scars have yet to heal
The soul has yet to vanish

Mother forgive
Just live and let us be
If you want I’ll kill the neighbors
That keep you awake at night

You want the sun to shine through
But smog is hard to clean
The ashtray always full of memories
The head is filled with nonsense

These days are everlasting
The nights are nightmares to survive
Why watch the news?
Put yourself up for rent

The fear is only mental
Bliss in silence lies
Your paintings burned my eyes
Your voice within me still resides

The mornings hold surprises
Evenings bring in tragedies and lies
Forgive and forget
Smile and let go of your deadly grasp

Dmitriy Kokarev

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