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TALK DEFICIENCY
tonsils still,
jaws locked,
lips shut,
nerves covered in frost,
eyes turned away
into emptiness,
afraid of contact,
no one is satisfied,
cannot connect the words
into sentences,
longings, questions, problems
pushed down so easy,
and yet sometimes
so fucking hard,
talk deficiency(4x)
AUTO-VAMPIRISM
feet full of lead,
liquified knees,
exaggerated fears,
overthinking unimportant shit,
selfparasitism to the fullest
cycle of stress,
concertration seems out of reach,
dwelling on worries
when joy is right in front of me
absorbing stupidity,
so sick of vulnerability
running from these tentacles all the time
but it only makes them longer,
total brainstorm,
mental blizzard
IDEAL
insensitive dominator,
pure strength,
best car in the neighbourhood,
hottest looking girls,
toughest attitude,
material possession,
your sickening obssession,
filling up expectations of others,
a robot unable to show love and compassion,
laughing and pointing at me,
because of you own insecurity,
i don't fit in your definition of an ideal male,
but i am fucking happy with it,
your body is made of concrete,
but so is your head, buddy
MIDDLE AGES MENTALITY
disgusted by the idea of
two women pushing a
stroller in a park,
but surprisingly you
don't mind at all as
long as they're in a porn.
who gave you the right to judge,
there is nothing wrong with it.
you dumb fuck have no
right to choose other
people's lovers.
the image of two men
holding hands makes you laugh.
please explain to me
what is so fucking hilarious,
because i don't seem to get it,
but i guess you can't after all.
middle ages mentality in the 21st century
PRINTED PLAGUE
neon pollution,
distracting uncreative slogans,
unsatisfying images of restless advertisement,
unnecessary products and idealized body shapes
forced upon us on every single step.
it's supposed to be public space,
but i can't use it freely available
only to the few chosen hands,
to shape it like they want it to be,
a breeding ground for printed plague
IMAGINARY STALKER
everything planned, everything has a blueprint,
spontaneous acts equal irresponsibility,
another day according to the plans of someone else
has passed by
and we haven't even noticed it,
the hands of a clock chase you
from the moment you wake up
till you sail into dreams,
just to wake up again next morning
into the same slow-paced hunt
that we've got used to,
turn off your phone,
throw away your watch,
go for a walk,
smell the flowers
and relax
LEECHFEAST
moral vampire, sucking me dry
and twisting my nerves,
im a leechfeast,
a self-serving restaurant
for the righteous vultures,
feed your ego by making me feel like dog shit,
cause you haven't got enough energy
to make your own ideas
always acting as a perfect example,
but the shit that flies out of your mouth
doesn't contain a single fraction
of your own thoughts,
you are just jealous cause keep hiding
in the safety of your shell,
annoying parasite, leave me alone
