Anaesthesia
Erase!.. Insist on it! Delete! \nIf you are ready, I ask for surgery...\nTry to ease my soul through intervention...\nMy passion, tenderness, intentions...all vain.\nIt was just chronic, but nobody could see it...\nCould they believe it? Could they comprehend? \nI couldn't ask to give a hand...or could I?\nDid they agree to help or easily deny?\nDeny without understanding of the reason..? \nThe last sunset in February...\nIt's going to be crimson...\nThere is no pulse under such circumstances -\nDid we take all the chances?\nTear off. If possible, I would like with the skin.\nSo the reaction could not go beyond the limits.\nWe ain't those ones who we have always been...\nA couple of minutes left, a couple of lines, \nA couple of minutes...\nHe and I, doctor, are madly similar in such trifles,\nHe would have ripped me off as well\nI am as usual more daring...\nDid anybody warn you how despairing...\nThe time in isolation could become, didn't they?\nLook: what the scars they are! And no trace left?\nPlease, reassure me, I don't want to plastic afterwards...\nNo weapons and no knives, just words...\nThey won't believe, dear doctor, \nthat I could get hurt like that...\nThey won't believe, \ntheir thoughts would drive me mad...\nThey still don't know, that I can read them.\nFrom chapter one to chapter N...\nFor me, every footprint is like a burn\nAnd I won't bear it anymore...\nCut bolder. Give much stronger anesthesia\nIn order my soul catches some amnesia...\nWill it? It won't. It's just a dream...\nA whim in winter? Just a dream...\nI will try not to twitch, \nnot to remove your hands...\nNothing can make me itch\nFor the right cure...\nMy lips are rainless sands...\nPure and the worst overdose of him in my blood\nMy body and soul need to restart\nWill you make a transfusion?\nAgainst an illusion of life..?\n_______________________________\n\nThe operation seems to be successful. \nIt doesn't hurt anywhere anymore.\nThe red-hot thread of words \ndid not touch any worlds\nThe cardiogram's straight. \nNothing knocks in my chest.\nI remember the consequences. \nDoctor, thanks. I'm better now,\nYou are the best.