I don't want to see a thing
I don't want to hear a thing
I won't speak a word
I bite my lips
I feel the taste
of blood
I hide my eyes
I see the colour
of blood
I close my ears
I hear the roar
of blood
there's no escaping
into yourself
no breaking the shackles of blood
which bind you to the world
there's always something left
to say and hear
to hear and say
the word
in everyone's
blood
(translated by
Francis Jones)
blood of speech
© Copyright: Куприянов Вячеслав, 2004
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