Dracula's Epistle

In the shadows of the night, while I’m stepping on concrete

For all deceased, I’m sorry, ’cause you probably won’t rest

From now on - it goes insane, it’s a little thing to say

With all these characters around, fuck them, they’re calling out my name

They’re cursing on my way and a curse getting this pain

While I explain to tell what’s going on and it’s in vain

Can I complain?

They keep confessing on some shits

Like I’m part of loosely skits, burning nerves - the third degree

I got more stains than goods achieved, my good achievements cut from list

Enlisting terrors in my dreams, invoking nightmares, it’s a risk

I’m losing it, I’m cold like Minsk in winter time, a broken disk

Am I deceased?

I don’t think so, bitch, I’m here

I won’t leave even if the end is near and it’s like poking the bear

Since I keep the heat inside and let the peace outside, my fear

Is that you won’t be able to see the light with all the shit you store, dear

The lions on attack but all I notice is some deer

While your expectations would be melting in surreal

If you won’t shed a tear

For all the sins that have been made

I can’t really complain since it’s not my life and not my business to handle your pain

But don’t forget - the clock is ticking and the struggle’s hinting

To what’s unavoidable so one day you would hit your deck like the Titanic

And you would crack your record deck and break your neck

A mess

Now tell me I am wrong and twist your hands like in assault

’Cause I am done with all the wars, if won’t find peace then you are lost

Learn to respect, learn to progress and fill the rest

With the candies left, light the candles path

And paddle to a sweeter land.

As you used to, you used me to

Clear your innocent surface and to push me to

Edges, true - and to feel shards I’m going through

Then to ask me to - or not - if I am feeling good

Am I good enough to talk to you because it’s been years

Of mental breaking, it’s a chaos so let me finish my beer

Using it to speak some facts and let path to repair

All the garbage since I decided to move on and to get myself something that’s fair

So beware, the soft kittens are biting back, a thing I saw

They’d scratch my jaw with bunch of lies

I’d love to live my life

To lay down for a single moment and to admit that I am fine

The nature’s giving me some signs to get my ass back to my work

I tend to neglect, so I’m sorry for not focusing on my framework

I want to be a dev but not an ill one, while I’m mastering new shit

Through my music and the scripts, so I imagine arts

Picking digits like in darts to make it look good into charts

My favorite part is working smart, to have my set ready for start

But it’s still a huge hole in my heart, can’t let it apart

My vision is somehow abstract with clowns who are laughing in bazaar

With hearts of rock, and a little evil creature who’s on top

Having creeps from blood after being intolerant to Super Saiyan

Influencing the world like Satan which seems like it’s his plan

Of course the hell of living beside demons, they’d blow my ideas like a fan

And replace them with cute packaging while looking like mannequins

And I feel like Scott Adkins behind bars, Boyka and his fists - a loud alarm

But for sure I know that what I’m writing’s not a psalm

Perhaps you’d lift your standards up long before you’d hit the bottom

And you would laugh at me thinking how much did I rush to hollow

Like I am talking to some walls, imagining some enemies

Standing up and moving outrageously so I’d be dropping the Hennessy

However I’d prefer my rum around, thinking a bit aloud

Are you allowing me to feel myself proud

Because the weather’s cloudy so I’m about

To turn the thunder to a sound while you’d be my crowd in underground.