"A day has gone off somewhere ..."

[Ris Yerg]

Evening. Coffee. Cigarettes.
Irritation and tiredness.
I'm tired to pretend that :
- Life is beautiful.
- Day is wonderful.
- Future is cloudless ...
Ever and ever I blindly repeat
This cure-all incantation
"Fucked kingdom
Of distorting
Mirrors."
Evening. Coffee. Cigarettes.