Isolation Degree Poem by Charcoal Bullet

Sleepy eyelashes of streets, rested against life glass
Growing with underground transitions, the city tightened scars
Vague islands of a green grass went out under light of lanterns
Somewhere in autumn, thoughts of city suburbs were lost

There were no fairy tales, except what are truthful
And misunderstanding of this world subtracted much from soul
Collected on particles - splinters of its loneliness with aroma of vanilla
Reminded of that instead of life lines now a breadboard model

Earlier liked to burn bridges, it was touching
Then them have started to do of stones and metal designs
Now on them look as at the rejected
As if they are broken, hardly them had time to put

And inside, with the measured quantity of petals -
Heart,
Such doubting, that it is still reduced
Probably, it is right, choosing the dream autumn
When the consciousness any more does not expect anything except kisses