I touch you one last time
And see you again.
It happens with us sometimes
When we get tired of the pain.
I was left alone in an empty room
Among the empty of bottles.
On the floor of my blood.
My life is troubles.
Clock is ticking loud
It's getting on my nerves
I used to look at the clouds,
and catch a wave.
Now I'm falling down
In every sense.
I'm an grown
And I say nonsense.
I'm exhausted himself
Both physically and morally.
Take care of yourself.
It is painfully.
Pain
© Copyright: Ваня Киселёв, 2013
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