Say my name, I'm not a shadow,
Look just deeper under the meadow
Of dark illusions and crying moon,
I came to the door, could I open it soon?
That's not a problem to discuss now,
It's the final goal for me to achieve,
Our life is only a game to believe,
I'm supposed to be neither a cow,
That'ill be killed at the dawn sacrifice,
Nor a human to think of the price,
Price of love and one's respect,
Of something that one has to forget,
So who am I? Just a lying bitch?
No, hardly, may be a tickling itch,
My body is dying in flame of disgrace,
My soul is denying the words and God,
My eyes are crying when you say a phrase
That I am nothing behind my mud.
Who am I?
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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