The dying won't be resurrected
For what is dead should stay dead
Only emptiness infected
In your broken head
You can't see and you can't feel
All is taken suddenly
Pain is here - you can't kneel
Try to scream rudely
But there is no sound
Wounded deep inside
No throat left behind
And your tongue is bound
Helpless, pointless, depressed
All frustration mixed with fear
And insane as if possessed
As if nailed with spear
With a spear of your madness
You appear recklessly alone
And your bitter useless sadness
Through nightmares you will moan
Through your waking dreams
5 декабря 2012 в 1:27
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