So deep and painful is my wound.
Forsaken mind, eternal dusk.
I have to suffer. But am I bound
To share the suffering with you?
I hear the scream - the lovely sound,
I feel the pain - the hottest dream,
I drop the tears on the ground,
But it is only my own theme.
You're hypocrite and silent traitor,
Immortal lie - it is your cult.
You think it's wish of your creator,
And you don't make it by yourself.
Compassion dies and may be later
You'll understand, the Truth is reached,
It is the thing that you have waited for -
And you'll accept my sleepless speech.
Don't steal my scream,
It must be lonely!
Don't steal my pain,
It's mine. And it's only!
Hypocrisy of compassion
© Copyright: Тимур Артурович Измайлов, 2009
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