Darkness within me wants to go out,
My head is about to burst.
Evils cheer me aloud,
Due to them, I am always the first.
It is too cold in my soul,
Who can be the one to bring the heat?
It was me from whole I stole
Because I didn't want to take a lead.
Tears are falling down,
Tell me where I have flown?
Maybe, this is where I will create,
Maybe, it is already late.
Bring the heat
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2020
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