Shack debtor (№ 372186)

More and more often in the still of the night
suddenly begin to cry.
Because even a fraction of the wealth of the soul
it is impossible to give.
And let.
Through the human avalanche
I pass unlike, one,
as if a piece of ruby
sparkling between the ice floes.
Not-Bo!
I want to Shine I;
night I let
the velvet black dress
sprinkle the diamonds of the soul.
The sky!
Don't know what they are doing...
I would be the avenging knife!
See someone on a white
splashed black lie.
See how evening darkness
chewing the blood-stained banner...
And life is terrible as a prison,
built on the bones!
Fall!
Fall!
Fall!
You leave to go bald.
I will not eat carrion -
all.
I will not
guts needful
the fruits on the graves to cut.
I do not need your bread
mixed with the tears.
And fall, and fly
in the semi-delirium,
half asleep.
And feel like blooms
human
me.