Beyond dark trees and lifeless bloom and grass
I close my eyes becoming something new.
The fear of breaking ruby-colored glass
Controls my thoughts and everything I knew.
The Moon and pale stars are turning red.
They cry for my exhausted soul and mind.
This flamy bullet floats through the head
And leaves me weak and blind.
weak and blind.
Pills
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2020
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