You covered my senses with chaotic rain
So cold, so impossible to dry off again
Jim Morrison’s dead, but his lyrics remain
To change, to transpose waiting hours to pain
Insulted, occasionally down to the dust
Convulsively trying to turn love into lust
I’m not Jesus Christ- don’t have powerful words
I live, I’m in love, strongly carry my thoughts
The horse of emotions drags body behind
Uncompassionate, restless the handler-mind
My spirits in prison of carriage of bones
I called to religion- she turned off the phones
Hope stopped asking questions, gave up to the flow
The artistry’s anxious to speed up the grow
Cry loud to my basics, discover the core
Dissect, rape in pieces, just please, don’t ignore!
Restless
© Copyright: Анна С, 2004
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