The city crawls to the streets

< Misha Campfires



City
creeps on the street Scab snow.
Grand slam the door,
Was weighed slap
In his eyes, veiled in darkness,
BLIND lights.
Multitudes, multitudes,
Bonfires,
Eagerly want emergency spring.
A thousand times,
Breaking fingers,
I, like a mantra,
I dialed your number,
Listen to the silence,
Unable to push
The button with a green tube.
SOS - I go to the bottom
! I can not breathe!
This
snow Clogged my mouth!
Deeds not alter,
Time spate,
Seeing you - at random,
Like reference period
Length in age.
The contradictory creature,
Human.