Passion of my own


This point is not a subject of discussion

A person, who can’t love himself

From hatred and non-loving people

They were inside my head and everywhere around 

By every mean, this is problem of my own

And nobody is gonna help me out

Besides, I think there is no reason to believe 

That judgement or some drastic action 

Can change me in some strange and unexpected way 

I live for my own good, for those who care about me 

I live to take what’s granted 

From our, human, life perspective

But I am sure that I am not an ape 

Too many years have passed 

Before we started to believe

That single person can be both 

A demon or an angel

It is, of course, a metaphorical expression

Besides, a person may be shifting gears between becoming first and second

And that is surely the case 

With every person that can be found around me.

Is surely a subject of disgusting passion

From all these equally untruthful thoughts 

That kill a tranquilising life around him 

Be sure, that I have suffered much

It is a thing to say about

It is a thing to whisper.

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