- Memories Of Youth - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

Why should we ever speak again?
It was pretty clear right from the start
No more journeys to the realm of pain
Your heart is just another piece of art

You disconnected from the veins that bleed
You left your body to dry up in the sun
You never cared about what I might need
You shot another load of pain, with an already used and broken gun

Now I can see it so much clearer
You’re just another hopeless, satisfied junkie
Your death is so much nearer
You’re shooting shot after another! You’ll never stop until you die

Here I am now at your tombstone
I carved your happy face into the marble with my nails
Just wanted to tell you that you’re still the one
Everyone else…their trial to love me always fails