Просто порыв души. Без диагнозов

I am not afraid of dieing –
Death will come for me some day –
Then what for I need denying? –
Now my world is still and grey.
I am fighting – Death is stealing
Spitting in my poisoned soul.
All I have are simple feelings:
Hunger, thirst – and that is all.

P.S. As good as gold,
 As mad as Hatter –
 My soul is sold,
 But does it matter?


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