This crowd is drunk
With the wine of self
Undesirable poetry
Grows profusely where it’s not wanted
And I am in search of love
Still
Every night I come to tavern
Like I have no other place to go
A bitter poison vitiates and corrupts my mind
I drink it with the roots of my soul
And I am in search of love
Still
Each time that I open this door
I walk through a seemingly endless time
Of no beginning and no ending
It is the absence of truth
And I am in search of love
Still
HSK
aka Darya
