Strangers

All of I know them I see them I break bread with them Strangers all Images taped on Stalins wall Some long gone Some far far away Childhood memories choking me These walls Slowly crushing me No one sees No one is here Alone Living inside my own deadly fear Clinging to black and white photos Shivering, for sure cold and lost smiles Dreams seeping into wine glasses Hopes drip slowly down the sink faucet The afghan, covers me from childhood Back then I possessed a smile As I dreamed to love or maybe to die Vyborg mystic nights, I the naive spy Lusting adventure and Lena's try I lost Now alone, I stare in the mirror Asking Who the hell am I? The stranger and the dead spy On Instagram, just search ArthurVaso!!!