The day is boring,
night as well;
The friends are cold;
Myself I quell.
My heart is freezing,
brain is slow;
My feelings sleep,
I let them go.
I tame my thoughts -
"Do not be sad".
I feel like dying,
like I'm dead.
I live without
steady goal.
I have too much,
and I want more.
This slow madness
I can't stop;
I slide to darkness
from the top.
Leaves wither slowly
In my soul,
And tears of pain
don't stop to fall.
(June the 3rd, 2006)
The day is boring
© Copyright: Дима Калинин, 2009
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