Now I see her faking smile,
And my soul is aching wasted,
Yet she’s seizing me goodbye.
Noone’s answering my questions.
I feel like I’m losing mind
With nobody but my conscious,
Drowned in bloody-tasting wine,
Being suppressed by the emotions.
Independently divined,
I’m forgotten by Thou Gracious.
Counting down those could be lives
Saved by being less pretentious.
I pretend I never died –
In the end there’s only patience
Of the deadly-feeling life
Seeking subway’s filthy stations.
To So.
23 Jul 2019
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