Oh my shame!
Why do you come so often?
Why do you destroy my eyes,
my conscience, my brittle spines?
Why don’t you spare me a moment,
just a moment?
It’s the end of winter,
beginning of spring,
beginning of my flowery sadness.
It’s time to finally chew on those red flowers
and focus and focus on giving up pleasure.
you have knocked me down into the deepest well of misery
where centipedes crawl and eat my frontal cortex.
So, how do I get out of here?
There are no ropes,
no ladders and I will be forever here
until the devil of beginning takes me to his lair.