A lost heart
A lost heart
Live without a heart is impossible, but witness is a life
This life lives without any human feeling and love encounter
Is this a life? Only an old abandoned crumbling dusty theatre
The stage is creaking, yellow eerie lights are on, and the red curtain opens
Now the theatre is dark, all the lights off. Silence.
A white circle of light on the stage on
A man stands on the stage, on the proscenium in the light
In the auditorium, beautiful ladies sit on the old chairs and just wait
Waiting for the poem, a confession from this man, who is the real solitude
A closed open heart, shy human being, who loves the world’s lady’s part.
He recites his poem, and after it, he says:
‘Ladies! Thank you for visiting me in my soul, in this old cemetery and theatre.
You can not see the fields of stone tombs around you, all are my another world.
This evening is the time of the confession about personal suffering and life.
Life is life. What kind of life? Everyone has a different life, what is fate or fate
Yes, my ladies, you sometimes can not understand the man's life, men’s life
We are suffering a lot, career, women, money, future, family, safety, and a lot more
I am different, a single man. But why? It is not my mistake. Fearing of dark souls
The fear of demonic ladies. It’s mine. I am a demon also. What do these ladies want?
The suffering of men? But why? I am asking you. No answer. Hmm. Misandry?
It’s that, but not all. I don’t live in their special media. I live in the Bible time, the time
Satan said need to follow the ancient way. I do that. But the road is an empty lonely land
Come to me, my love. A lady from the future, you can cover my suffering into our love
In the cemetery we will meet, tomorrow is the time, still forever my heart asks and loving you
Don’t be there. Waiting for you my heart. Come and see the tombs. The tombs of children
All of them are ours. Your psychologists killed them. I love them and you. Always
Yes, ladies
Our life
And our life
Is so difficult.
It’s not that
Not
Just read the old text
Woman, be a mother
Man, be a father
There is the receipt
Read the book.
Yes, this is my opinion
The world is distorted
Start again or correct.
Strong
Loved you
My love
Your demon.
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