I’ve lost all beliefs but now need neither.
So, where’s the faith that I crave?
My powerless soul gets ready to die there.
This world’s just a lovely grave.
I‘ve caught a disease and it makes me abhor.
But sadly, I can’t stop its spread.
Poor girl in my head! This sickness will sap her.
My eyes go blind and red.
Scary. I hear a frightening whistle:
The death’s breathing near my chest.
Bye, my sweet readers, I’m going to miss all...
Please, wish me no pain and some rest.
Lost all beliefs
© Copyright: Джоанн Мансурд, 2020
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