The way of life
I’m all alone
Next to me lies a knife
It won’t last for a long
I don’t want to be broken
I won’t cause I belong there
I don’t want to live
If you are just a myth
Buried so deep myself
Playing [the game] with Death
Is the shelter from the rain
And the path leading away
the game
© Copyright: Варона Гриль, 2007
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