Invisible

No one will see me, did not notice,
will not be included to pick up.
I am invisible,
when I wear toogaan,
white bedclothes.
Among brainless,
and the lame,
I'm like a zombie among the
of iron combs.
For adults under the rule,
kicked mercilessly
displaced away from the casing.
They live under the bridge,
and help out the path of the lost.
Angels black wings,
flying past me.
Where is the good hearts,
when they lost the craving?

I palelen, tremble, bridge
Below, mumble a blue lips.
A better fate granny
window, not even the geranium in the winter.