I’m going staggering. It’s time to sleep so quiet.
Under my skin inflamed the agony explodes.
Oh, heavens, like a wolf I want to howl.
The taste of suffering in old and shabby notes…
You cruel heart was born just to befoul,
My sweet dream catcher, I’m your fervent zealot.
Look at my scars. They’re bleeding like a ruby.
My knees are torn to pieces. I’m in mess.
I’m scared here alone. The fog is chubby.
The tinge of blood is easy to posses.
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© Copyright: Кали Кеведо, 2013
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