No words,
No questions –
Keen swords
Of dark affection.
How hard I tried
It doesn’t matter now
This gleam of hope died
With poisoned mow
Let me live to see the final damn way out.
Your sign is ‘eternity’,
Mine is hackneyed ‘endless’
The smell of false notoriety
Ornament my madness.
The Bermuda circle ended up with bloody ‘I am sorry.’
My crimson hair
Is the loud call for help
But the human is not aware
That I’m already tired of myself.
I don’t know who to be and where…
Trite words.
Empty questions.
Hallow swards
Cut out my affection
And left me dying…
19.05.08
The Bermuda circle
© Copyright: Елена Сащенко, 2008
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