Mauling soul
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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