Sometimes I feel
Like I never was born.
Sometimes I heal
Myself with a written word.
My colored dreams
Is slowly growing dim,
Cause of my sins...
And air here is thin.
And I unlearn
To walk through walls
When I was born -
All my skills are gone!
Sometimes I feel
That my body is gone.
And I beginning to kill
My time, but it's wrong!
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I think
That my feelings are gone.
Disappearing sense
© Copyright: Alexandr Nevinni, 2003
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