I'm feeling so weak...
(I know it's a lie.)
It's like I got sick,
But cannot tell why.
My breath doesn't match
With words that I mean.
My mouth is a patch
And it won't give in.
I'm feeling the Ties,
They're poisoning me:
If someone just dies-
How bad could it be?
If someone's the same-
Then I am all wrong.
What's been in this game?
What made it so strong?
Whatever it is-
I seek for the Dope.
I§m taking a risk:
I banish the hope.
The Ties
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2018
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