16 июн. 2021 г., 22:47

Drone XI.I.2019 

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Sometimes, when I can't sleep
The shades around whisper in my ear;
A neverending sorrow in a pointless trip -
Just dead cadaver eyes without ability to fear.

 

Sometimes, when I am drowned inside
I see a razors cutting parts of me;
Sometimes I see the spirit of my bride
In memories, just never meant to be.

 

A neverending sorrow in a pointless trip -
Just dead cadaver eyes without ability to fear;
Away in the lap of the night I hear silent weep -
A voice with no body, a cry with no tear.

 

Sometimes I hear whispers drone -
Fragments of dreams, impossible to be;
But now I know I'm not alone -
Tonight I bring my solitude with me.

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