It is written by blood,
It is written with pain,
It breaks peaces of heart:
I don`t want play this game.
I feel nothing inside,
I`m seemed as a wolf -
It`s a freedom in mind
But for heart it`s a grove.
Feel no love and no hate -
Inaccessible aim...
Be unwanted is fate,
Which would burn me in flame.
Be indifferent to all -
To the suffer and love
And you won`t have a fall
Or the pain. You`ll fly off.
Nothing Inside
© Copyright: Ольга Усенко, 2008
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