Nobody needs anyone,
Loneliness in candlelight
Dances on the edge of a flame.
No feelings behind an embrace,
No reality beyond fakes,
There are only hunters and preys,
In this never-ending game.
Say goodbye to all your dreams,
Stop shudder with constant fears,
Your prison is deep within.
A choking rustle of traps,
Grim ghosts in a macabre dance,
This mental strain full of craze
You feel deep under your skin.
Such a dismal place, such terrible nights
The door is open for anyone to come
The medieval gloom in human hearts
No feelings are alive in this frozen dark.
Waiting for the Sun
© Copyright: Анна Ринифе, 2017
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Too sad, too grey and no smile
In poems about life. It's style
Of negative in inner world.
To think in positive?! It is the mental gold!
Андрей Боровков 02.09.2018 01:18 • Заявить о нарушении
In poems about life. It's style
Of negative in inner world.
To think in positive?! It is the mental gold!
Андрей Боровков 02.09.2018 01:18 • Заявить о нарушении
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