14 июл. 2021 г., 22:04

The Years XVI.IX.2019 

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So here am I - just fall and fall
Over and over again...
I have a scream inside my soul -
A vanish stranger somewhere in the rain.
A breath of darkness, breath of frost -
I am just shade of dying light;
I wish to leave this place and turn to ghost,
I wish to be away of everybody's sight.
The years pass.
The clock still sing his soulless song.
I wish that I was dead at last
And sink inside the void, where I belong. ...

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