All those things I don’t want to know,
All those things I don’t want to take,
All those things seem to be so fake.
Like a nightmare you wake up from
When the darkness obscures the dawn,
And you scream – but it’s not your voice,
Feeling footsteps are getting close…
And the fear entangles me,
And the questions – they strangle me
With the crosses that we still wear.
For it’s always been damn unfair,
Always made me insanely sick,
Made me think it’s some ugly trick:
Beauty queen that is doomed to fall,
Ugly creatures that hardly crawl.
Another dirty scar
© Copyright: Олеандро Ник, 2006
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