My loneliness hardens – so I look away,
It’s taking my time as it seems every day.
I’m crazy enough – there’s no need to be sick,
It’s pulling me down, I’m already weak.
There’s no price to pay, and there’s no one to loose,
Observing the fact – so which way should I choose?
Recall on my mind or destruct to my will?
A hard game to play, so I need to refill.
My loneliness hardens – so I’m almost dead,
It’s pity to be and it seems to be sad.
I’m asking again – is there something to miss?
I hope it is not, and I’m betting on this.
Emotions are slow, and my feeling’s just gone.
It’s better than nothing – it looks now so fun.
My choice is important, but it is too late –
Who has ever tried to escape from his Fate?
Fate
© Copyright: Иван Рэйн Титов, 2019
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