Now I need some time to be with myself.
Put down my head apart on a distant shelf.
Stay as I were created, without thoughts.
Look through my life as a series of mug shots.
Perfectly isolated from human beings
I realize the value of simple things.
Never appreciated the vulgar “who”,
Hid like a thief with “what” in a sable hood.
Hanging myself is the end of another show.
Though I don’t need you, you’re not my foe.
Tender’s the night, though not, as desired, ebon.
You are not more than a poisonous sweet placebo.
14.07.2012, night
Placebo
© Copyright: Арина Элхэ Бедрина, 2012
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