Detached and full of hopeless calm
I'll go my way alone.
Yet I have scratched the face to blood
I'll never reach my home.
I want to tear my eyeballs off
And get the muscules down
And then I'd love to break my bones
Revealing rib cage hull.
My fire smolders like a coal
And stench of burning meat
Convoes me everywhere I go
And slashes me with heat
This pain can never find relief.
Prostrating at the Truth
I turn my eyesight, full of grief,
To my forgotten youth.
Hard way
© Copyright: Осиновый Листочек, 2016
Свидетельство о публикации №116121108890
Свидетельство о публикации №116121108890
Рецензии