"GRAVE"
(18+)
When the days go cold, You say it's bold. The nights grow long from the world in row. From the dirt less grave, Every man made cave, Silent kills under blood we paint. Its gonna break us down, We're deep deep down. There's no spotless place we can call with our names. I'll try to drown it all out, I'll try to find a way out. We're countless and boneless to the time dug up. It's pretty cold in here, My life is drawing near, I'll have to wait again before time can begin. One last catch of air I have to hold this year, With the tide unknown. I must go, And I must go too soon.
2020-07-08 05:42:03
4
0
Схожі вірші
Всі
I Saw a Dream
I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
102
15
16849
"Письмо ушедших дней"
Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
43
17
2957