The Subway
The Giant Pouple with a dozens throats
One day had grown in the earthly womb...
So widely his tentacles sprawled...
Year after year, they grow more and more...
Attracts a people, and next – ingests them-
So that on another ending place.
Exhale these faces. Inhale new faces,
And almost never stop all the ways...
The severe metal-stone brutal beauty...
This road leads to the world unreal...
Synthetic wind, artificial spirit-
I don`t know why, but so nice to breath...
A rattlesnakes all are creeping, crawling,
And blinding by spotlights from the dark,
Doors, like a jaws, rumbled, broadly opened-
Exchange a humans, inside and out...
And, clamped maws, racing – faster, louder,
With thunder deafening, rush headlong...
Just you... and aliens are around...
The blask way to nowhere, never, not...
It lasts so long, seems to be eternal,
Where is a finish – it no one knows...
Until a heartbeat will end forever-
Fall hopelessly in the abyss hole...
But...power came to nought...stop.. it`s exit.
Through this – go on the stars, to the sky...
Go on the groundface. Leave a depth`s monsters-
To the paths, waiting for walks and rides...
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