15 jun 2021, 22:51

Cotard Delusion XVI.III.2019 

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Is dark again.
My flesh is trembling from the freeze.
My body - silhouette in scarlet stain.
My heart is down on his knees.
I wish the clock to stop.
I wish to stab my desperation in the fucking face.
I wish my blood to run out to the very last drop.
I wish my spirit to fly away from this place.
But no matter awake or asleep,
Her face is everywhere near by.
And the sorrow is falling so deep
When the lips are so scared to whisper ,,Goodbye,,. ...

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