my body is tired,
my mind is torn.
i have some cuts
but they don't burn.
i write to u
and i feel safe.
i fuck all up
but i feel brave.
thoughts have gone
deep in the silence.
the vibe here is
that there's no violence.
although, i'm terrified
to concentrate on anything,
i feel like fighting
to break the damn king.
the king of power
convincing someone's wrong,
the king of world
where thinking is a dreadful stone.
do u think we have the future?
i'm not sure, but i want to to believe.
u make me calm,
and that's a kind of relief.
future
© Copyright: Психоделическая История, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117091308832
Свидетельство о публикации №117091308832
Рецензии