Prevent me from crying
And screaming at night.
I see dying sunshine
In its final fight.
Lost dreams are igniting:
...I'm wearing black.
My hair look like lightning.
I lie on the bed.
They call me the last witch
That hexes the lives.
And after the long speech
They take their knives...
Awake or just sleeping?
Deep breath. Count to ten.
Prevent me from fearing.
I know you can.
April, 2015
Prevent me from crying
© Copyright: Екатерина Заруднева, 2015
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