I hate your ugly face,
Your silly mind can’t understand the screaming of my soul,
My words have heavy weight,
But I don’t know how people live without true, in fall.
My silent tears fall on the ground -
it’s like the morning dew, it’s like the falling stars.
I can not find you at the crowd,
my hopeless sorrow inflicts scars.
But how I must express my senses,
When you so far away from me
And between you and me a fences?
So foolishly, it seems to me…
I think about my useless life,
While running through the awful night,
Near my neck a metal knife,
I know, I do everything right.
Hate and the knife
© Copyright: Юлия Солярчук, 2008
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