Angel went on a binge.


 

There is the Moon outside
And sky on the darkness side,
Full ashtray just near me,
It`s only emptiness that I can see…

Heaven won`t speak with me,
It`s not about I`m free…
To hell all this music –
Maybe I am going sick…

Angel went on a binge
And flew away – for fun,
He is just like a Sun,
Only he couldn`t drink…
I understand you, Bro,
We`re having again K.O.
Now I am hate myself
For everything bad, I have…

Spleen presses on my chest
And stretches under the throat,
Together we are – the World,
And without you - dead-end…

So just come-on and quit!
And forget about your twit!
And just fly back for tea,
And just to talk with me…

Angel went on a binge
And flew away – for fun,
He is just like a Sun,
Only he couldn`t drink…
I understand you, Bro,
We`re having again K.O.
Now I am hate myself
For everything bad, I have…







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© 04.11.2019 Борис Очалов
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