Your hands
so whitened like a porcelain
Are bleeding into mazer
of my empty soul, so crazy
I would rather stop it,
But my eyes are open..
Discordia plays trick
on my existance
and splits the ice,
e(x)ternal sacrifice,
an artificial device
forever locks this door..
Beware and adore,
beware and adore..
Porcelain
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2011
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