PSYCHO

Посвящается моему дяде с большим животом и маленьким сердцем. Dedicated to my uncle with a big belly and a small heart. I walk on the tiles with my feet Looking for micro-ingots with my brains Pierce like sharp peaks Crushed by time - torture They tickle and I smile Accompanying a temporary haze Not much pain, not a speck Picture filled with sun But the waves are throwing tears The canvases are sadly faceless All this weather or quirks Satisfied with the disgusting psycho?