Red forest

Come with me
in the red forest of the present

You thought that it would be easy,wouldn't you?

You were climbing that hole

you could see the white light

but you slipped

and you fell even deeper

the red forest is waiting for you
my friend

I brought poems and pain

pain can become pleasure

and poems can transform into drugs

they can take you to another forests

Oh you poor soul

You can't even cry

you can't even scream

or write a goddamn good poem