Author: hidesinthebasement

Slavic Gold

We don't have time to let go Let's just rush out the window The broken glass will cut it all away Arm and all And all... Sleep comes, Sleep comes with the promise of a nightmare One to last an eternity Sweet and undeserved A newly developed addiction It's too soon to call home, But … Continue reading Slavic Gold


Wednesday, colorless blender

I'm impregnated by the scent of your perfume as you walk by, hold on, hold on, Don't continue... I wanted to say, but I stayed silent as usual watching you go towards an unknown tomorrow Everything is fine, Today was a good day, All things considered. A broken face lying by the sink, Without thinking … Continue reading Wednesday, colorless blender