Look at my black fingers
I'm loading a gun
The man in the mirror
Soon will be gone
Give me some reasons
To be like you
I got to believe
it's true
Smoke's wrapping around
And I suffocate
Transfixing desires
No need for restraint
I'm chasing its splendor
But get to the trap
In spite of ascension
Only descent
Black Fingers
© Copyright: Катерина Ройтман, 2015
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