A Big Lying
Sallma890
I want to leave my art behind Because I want make a suicide I can hear my inner voice Which say that I have no chioce I can hear as death is whispers I can feel it's cold kisses I can feel it's so near I not belive that it is real My art... My voice... Sorry but I didn't have no chiose... My screams... My crying... All my life was a big lying... All my hope is gone I don't know when it's all began But now my heart is broken And it's don't mend these fuckind talking I can hear as death is whispers I can feel it's cold kisses I can feel it's so near I not belive that it is real My art... My voice... Sorry but I didn't have no chiose... My screams... My crying... All my life was a big lying...
2019-03-15 18:01:38
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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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