kiss me
once in a while
as if I am your compass
to lead nowhere
where roses are
like when you get upset
and giving kisses to nobody
so
systematically
foreseeable
punishment with absent lips
just pure mere lost and broken kiss
to die for
later
would you take it to your world
or plainly send to hell
but now infect me with absurd of your desires
or synthesize my damaged ruined image in your eyes
and leave me tortured  just to be outsold
me over-kissed by your infernal
lizards

Олег Малахов