All that I feel now - it's cold.
A voice inside me so loud.
Knocks on the temples - my pulse.
Take a deep breath - and stand still for a second.
Minutes flew fleeting.
Chip ice inside me just chill.
Chills - indifference - my heart is silent.
Thin thread from the heat of old feelings.
All this nonsense, madness in the circle.
Pluck the darkness, that that lurked within me.
Sitting in silence - taking yourself again.
I will break the chain the shackles of past feelings.
Now let all my mind the cold.
cold
© Copyright: Ксения Каприске, 2016
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