FATE-NEED

  

The man who, unexpectedly and suddenly, is left to himself - though he is shaken, shuddered - but still he goes to meet the hangman's, bitter-smelling Fate. No friends, no eternal immortal loves, No mischievous, childish rainbow clinging To the bare, bald, worn, cold marble old man's face of existence. 

He who is left alone at last, like a diligent and industrious herald to a homeless past, may stare halfway into his memories, as if the is and the could not be were not possible, but were reality, and would not take his voluntary exile from day to day so deathly.

The man, though from his life, Intentionally left out of happiness, The found Dear still defiantly faces fate. For Time gnaws away his inward organs, and curses his perhaps never-seen career. 

He thinks of eternal loneliness, and from his dreary days He gathers vanity to hope stubbornly-even to hope on. Thus in the hell-hiding, empty winter his impossibility has grown less and less. And though he still cherishes that certain costly, mirage-like dream, Somewhere still he would expect the One who would always comfort his weeping child-soul. 

In the fairy-tale smiles are murderous scalpels - the only lesson of the day, the only lesson that licks: to use everything and everyone to the core and then throw it away like worn-out rags. Who can be truly interested in selfless, faithful emotion today, as a crystal clear process of cognition?! 

 

In the fairy-tale smiles are murderous scalpels - the only lesson of the day, the only lesson that licks: to use everything and everyone to the core and then throw it away like worn-out rags. Who can be truly interested in selfless, faithful emotion today, as a crystal clear process of cognition?! Diva-women have long since been reduced to commodities, and if there could be no exaggerated make-up left on their parchment faces, many of them are soon forgotten, even deliberately. 

They bawl, they hysteria, or even they brag, and everyone can make fun of everything; they can be prisoners in luxury prisons for a bribed life, they can be eternally unhappy whoever wants it, but loses himself!