That inner pain which blindly follows
My every night and every day,
Alike those rusty, deadly hollows,
My sun has sent its final ray.
If being judged could feel so lustful,
I would have begged for more of it.
Although I see how he’s unjust, still -
My devil will be left to bleed.
My sun has drowned beneath the cries;
Not sure what’s gonna come with pain,
But through the night and through the day,
I will continue playing game.
What comes with game? - what you might say:
Performings all the time.
We do compete, we do define,
We trigger what’s inside.
A Sun That Bleeds
© Copyright: Майя Берестнева, 2025
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