close my eyes. please.
my fucking soul
is always need to disasterpiece.
we have been waiting
the liberate
of our minds
every fucking time.
sell my cellophane eyes.
everybody wants
to see sunrise.
our coma
are full of suffocating
sadness.
in our souls a lot
of destructive lime.
show me the happiness
in your beats
of our sleeping hearts
and we deserve
more
outside of this dream.
my hands're not clean.
and i feel
the sulfur kiss.
close my eyes. right.
someone helps me fight
against this
inner disasterpiece
of my indurate soul.
my heart is so cold
to feel
your weasel.
in coma again.
i try to love in vain.
21.06.09.
coma...
© Copyright: Листопадов Дмитрий, 2009
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