I can't think cold when soul is warm:
Now thougts are creeping endless swarm
I use the hartred to make form
That I'm not dead and I was born.
I have to kill the good inside,
Not 'cause of wish to suicide
I only want to close my mind
From your disgusting horrid sight.
But I desire to be needed.
And my wish did not fulfilled, did it?
I wish I did not still forbid it...
Forbid myself to plaguy need it.
When soul is warm I can't think cold:
Now I regret that I have told.
But now the ices have to hold
My elemental tongue is holed.
My elemental tongue
© Copyright: Соловей Артур Артурович, 2014
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