Kill me.
Suddenly light got off.
Ballerina smokes nervously
In pack of cigarettes
Sun lights passing by cash
Last year snow didn't melt yet
Everything made from plastic
And round is plastic life.
Stretching tails
Billions of stars aren't matter now
Since we have been native
And sigh isn't reason
Only dead isn't afraid of death
There are post near to road
Take me with you
Over your head is lighting sun mercilessly
And again passing by the cash
Shadow shrunk into a corner and shaking
Everything made from plastic
And round is plastic life.
Stretching tails
Kill me
Because I cooled down to you many times ago