BLVVDY DREAMS

CVLD BLVVDED

A little more weight and my brains will crack, I've a lot of stab wounds on my back, Can't remember the names of those who made 'em, I see ghosts that haunt me why the heck are they beheaded? Uhhh, Blood drips down the walls, Blood drips from my soul, I can't hear any calls, My mind's in a black hole, It's not healthy, yeah, I know, I see hell even with my eyes closed, Shouldn't have taken advice for white noise, I'm haunted by demons, I'm paying the price now I would like to pretend IT ALL JUST SEEMS, But I'm in my mind, SEEING BLOODY DREAMS, I want to go blind or just leave, I can't find a reason WHY I SHOULD BREATHE... Soon the vessel in my head will burst, My mind ain't the first to die, my heart died first, I'm confused with the worlds, which one is real? Bruuuhhh... I'm tired... I want a world of peace without fire, I would like to have a wish that will come true, But I'm locked in a cage with no key to the lock, As if drownin' in water I LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS I can't sleep at night, Nightmares are playing with my mind, I wish I'd just close my eyes, And came back to life...

2021-07-17 16:22:50

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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.

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