One charming evening...
Walking down the street of my dream.
Who could predict, who could consider
That my strain will vanish like steam?
That silliness will turn into charming nightmare?
I'm sinking in it, losing reality
Stars whispering quietly with my soul
This evening excite my sensitivity
I'm just tired
There's mishmash in my head
I'm getting breathe of fresh air,
It's sobering up me,
My depression does not count
I sense like ending my own mad....
I'm here, in fairy tale around me and that's enough,
Now I'm in the land of Nod.
I feel this enchanting evening
I don't want spoil it by doubt.
This world is made of certainty and pease
It's incompatible with ours,
Commonplace and trite
Where I've passed so much hours...
Just alone, by oneself...
I'm just tired
There's mishmash in my head
I'm getting breathe of fresh air,
It's sobering up me,
My depression does not count
I sense like ending my own mad....
I have a little break tonight,thought for a while
There're void in my thoughts,
Composure in my feelings,
I just belt up within my frights.
I take delight in nothingness as
I'm not looking for way out,
Tt is too much for me, but now
Horror of my soul falls silent
I'm just tired
There's mishmash in my head
I'm getting breathe of fresh air,
It's sobering up me,
My depression does not count
I sense like ending my own mad....
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