Everything's confused
and I'm out of time.
There are no values.
There are no emotions.
Only some strange
and void-shaped feeling.
There is no love.
There is no hate.
I feel standing still
in the movement of events.
There is cold heart.
There is silent soul.
I feel dirt on me
but I am indifferent.
There is the death.
And there is the sex.
There must be right.
There must be wrong.
But everything's mixed
in my burning mind.
There is no me.
And there is no questions.
Because who can explain
what I don't even feel.
(5 November 1996)
Confusion
© Copyright: Вита Алая, 2003
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there is no love, there is no hate.
there is no light, there is no fate/
and I see noone who is going to love
and I left on the sand my footmarks and my glove.
Ник.Чарус 01.12.2003 21:13 • Заявить о нарушении
there is no light, there is no fate/
and I see noone who is going to love
and I left on the sand my footmarks and my glove.
Ник.Чарус 01.12.2003 21:13 • Заявить о нарушении