"Мне всё кажется, что на мне штаны скверные, и что я пишу не так, как надо, и что даю больным не те порошки. Это психоз, должно быть." А. П. Чехов
All Apologies

Maybe I hurt You too strong
And maybe now You are bleeding
But our Love only to Distraction leading –
Poisoned apple which I passionately loath
I try to make You understand
That I am standing naked in My Dark Hell
But You are blind, sometimes, my Sensitive Friend
I learn all stories which you me tell
Stop Screaming!
I’m not Alufe, but desperately week
It’s the reason of leaving
When I’d like to, I couldn’t Speak!
And that’s the Matter
I don’t Accuse
I cannot Blame
That’s My Shame
You silly, tender thing –
Give me the Way
I want atonement…

@музыка: Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

@настроение: tired.

@темы: стихоплетение