As days go by, I'm perfectly spellbound.
I seem to lose the grip that won't be found
again forever more. Your loud footsteps
and knocking at my door is not what helps
to get it over with. I probably should pray
or cut my tongue with senseless army knife.
Oh well, whatever be. I'm still alive,
although there never was a chance I would survive.
Tough luck I did.
And now, please go away.
and now, please go away
© Copyright: Дар Ив, 2011
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