I`ll rive all nerves inside your mind
As human dies inside your eyes;
Inside your soul is cruel dark,
It meets the strike and turns to a spark.
I will ignore the soul noise -
It`s better music than your voice.
I`ll paint it blood in all details -
Those dragons fly in fairy-tales
I`ll fetch my ass to Neverland
For things I`ve promised to defend;
In shattered walls of dust and lust
I`ll find new things to be discussed.
I will disgust, I will tear out
All things I am to say aloud;
I`ll bleed my hate to sniffling sins,
But do my best to be convinced:
In purity of sacred soul,
In things that happened for control,
For new cold snow, for my mute plea
And lucid reason of my need:
Of need to scream and to be heard,
Of need to stab and feel the hurt,
For cruel mind to make the wounds,
For the body lay in silent woods.
I ll rive all nerves inside your mind
© Copyright: Мария Баулина, 2016
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