Dark abyss of hatred, I am in despair.
Foul smell and acrid, I have no flair.
Evil eyes are looking out of nowhere.
I can’t breath it looks like there is no air.
Someone’s going to kill me for the sake of pleasure.
I am going crazy as a safety measure.
If I take up madness in a world of rancor
I’ll be safe and sound; it is my sheet anchor.
6th of August 2007
Abyss
© Copyright: Лариса Луканева, 2007
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