I`ve lost my way, i`ve lost your guidance,
I`ve already decayed alive,
Something extinguished down the brightness,
Inside of me and i go blind.
That soulless body slowly rotting,
Wont see reflection in glass eyes,
On my pale face there`s no emotion,
And inside of me something dies.
I feel so fake, everything twisted,
Im asking god is it all me?
There are some scars all on my wrist and
I cant remember where i`ve been.
Emptied myself to not feel pain,
But my life came away with her.
This day`s like any other day
Which i have only sorrows for.
These destroyed houses that no one
Will never fill with heat and comfort.
Theres only devastation, tombs.
Even the wind smells musty afforts.
Im sick of everything i see,
But sometimes it has a strange grace,
Just like a needles these perceids
Shooting at me and drawing lace.
Dying
© Copyright: Серафима Лихачёва, 2020
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