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Kov Bog Jul 2020
You're a poet
I am the paper.
You start to write
I couldn't feel safer.
Unsullied work of yours
Will be thrown away later.
2018.01.17.
Kov Bog Jul 2020
Seed sells like you were hungry for a future to plan it
Sheet shells embrace you from facing reality on the planet

Sadly it savagely suits us
This smashing of used sorrows

With nobody on your side sailing the seven seas
Nothing else, just the remnants of silent screams.

The old me was craving for killing confidence,
Now I just listen to dead dogs' barking on the Nothing Conference.
2018.03.11.
Kov Bog Jul 2020
Painting with punches
The face is the canvas
Tears and blood
Salty and sweet
Bones cracking so deep

Took me to realise
This is just a mirror
Reality and my demons
Reflection and my face
Confusion takes pain's place
2019.01.31
Kov Bog Apr 2018
White sheets covered the ruins of the day,
Nothing really helps when you can't run away.
Bombardment dashed through the trembling city;
Left under debris, buried in your favourite graffiti.

Tell me is it really silence that I hear?
I can't be deaf, your words reach me here
You could shout at me or whisper in my ear,
Believe me it is not the voices that I fear.

Not the voices but silence.
For SILENCE IS A CUTTHROAT,
A lethal murderer of words.
Devouring a budding thought.
It is just eldritch vacuity.

White sheets covered the ruins of the day,
Nothing really helps when you can't run away.
Bombardment dashed through the trembling city;
Left under debris, buried in your favourite graffiti.

Tranquility.
A word     fell into oblivion.
Tortured.
Taking away a piece from it
Every time a man kills a kid,
Every time a mother abandons her family,
Every time we declare war on another society,
Every time we make a mistake and try to forget it,
Every time  WE  WORK  AGAINST  THE  FUTURE  AND  NOT  FOR  IT!

******* Silence.
White sheets covered the ruins of the day,
Nothing really helps when you can't run away.
Bombardment dashed through the trembling city;
Left under debris, buried in your favourite graffiti.
******* Silence. // Non-existent serenity of a bygone society
Kov Bog Jul 2017
Music is:

every single emotion
   dissonance of hearts
radioactive explosion
   nocturnal paradise
Kov Bog Jul 2017
Mama said you will go to heaven if you never sin
Mama also said if Papa ever shows up she will **** him

These were the guidelines you lived your life by
Knew it's hard to say hello because it hurts to say goodbye
Kov Bog Jul 2017
To die is probably the only offer you can't ignore or run away from
Because no matter what Death will always steal your soul.
Whether it's taken by a god or an evil spirit, life is your own income
It's better to make them pay for it and not live like a ghoul.
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