Is this really me? It can’t be me at all,
This creature, leaving, behind this fucking wall
I’ve been so careless, so cheerful and so bright
What’s wrong with me under cruel dead of night?
I’m now so helpless with this tension deep inside
I know it good – it is not really right
To live with trembling in a restless burning soul
I can’t at last humble with its rapid fall.
So tell me, please, what, can indeed I do
With all this suffer that take a try of getting through
What’ll bring me calmness, that I had two years ago?
Will it always speed me along the fire flow?
I’ve been so careless, so cheerful and so bright
What’s wrong with me under cruel dead of night?
27.11.07
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© Copyright: Марина Воскресенская-Смирнова, 2008
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