Mauling soul

I’ll write it down,

I'll swallow up,

I'll hit the ground.

I'm mad, I'm trapped,

 

I can't escape,

I must survive,

I masquerade,

I cry and try,

 

I'm falling hard

Without support.

No fortune card,

No righteous court,

 

No help, no prays,

No space to crawl

In thight embrace

Of mauling soul.

 

I want to beg,

I want to run,

I raise my leg,

But stop and frown.

 

I feel the heat,

I feel the cold,

I want to sit.

I can't control

 

Unstopping cry-

My voice so loud -

I cannot lie -

I feed on sound

 

Of breaking soul,

My mauling soul.

And empty hole,

Can't stop, but grow

 

Inside me fast,

It cannot last,

For long to dust,

It turns. I'm cast,

 

Out of my mind,

I can't decide,

Cause I'm so blind.

No place for pride,

 

No place for me,

No hope out there,

No place to be,

It can't be fair,

 

It can't be right,

I cannot fight,

Without a light

It's black - no whight.

 

It colored up

In pain and tears,

It painted sharp

With endless fears,

 

Whith red and blood,

Which poured from me,

My life so hard.

Cry turns to plea,

 

Which ripes apart

My fading mind.

No zero start.

I cannot find

 

The peace itself -

The finest goal,

I wrapped in shell

Of mauling soul.

 

I hold it tight

In clutching fist.

It's not denied -

I'm lost in mist,

 

I always breath

With poisoned air.

A trembling wheeze...

I cannot dare

 

To talk, to feel,

To say outloud,

Cannot conceal.

Alone, unbouned

 

I stand in there

So quite, so right,

My skin is bare,

It's cold and whight,

 

Like snow I fall

And turn my back...

My mauling soul!

And widens crack

 

Inside my heart,

It cannot stop,

It tears apart,

And tears drop

 

On ground beneath

My empty husk,

And how to ease

Self-living mask?

 

And how to live

In rolling world,

When all you see

Is turning cold?
 

Is turning down

On you, and then -

You're spent! You're done

And dead again!


And with you dies

Your mauling soul.

And there you lie

Right down, below.


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