Why cover up ourselves in our own lies <br />We fill the air with guilty smoke <br />If only I could print her portrait in my heart <br />And leave behind my cigarettes <br /> <br />You hurt, but not necessarily from pain <br />And conscience sometimes brings up fear <br />Kill me, but promise painless death <br />Scare me, but keep my conscience brave <br /> <br />Our house these days vacant <br />Our interests are fading <br />The scars have yet to heal <br />The soul has yet to vanish <br /> <br />Mother forgive <br />Just live and let us be <br />If you want I’ll kill the neighbors <br />That keep you awake at night <br /> <br />You want the sun to shine through <br />But smog is hard to clean <br />The ashtray always full of memories <br />The head is filled with nonsense <br /> <br />These days are everlasting <br />The nights are nightmares to survive <br />Why watch the news? <br />Put yourself up for rent <br /> <br />The fear is only mental <br />Bliss in silence lies <br />Your paintings burned my eyes <br />Your voice within me still resides <br /> <br />The mornings hold surprises <br />Evenings bring in tragedies and lies <br />Forgive and forget <br />Smile and let go of your deadly grasp<br /><br />Dmitriy Kokarev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creeps/
