I heard his scream. So far away.
The fading sound of his pain.
.......
He writes his words within my blood.
Can’t stop to hear his beating heart
So hard.
It pounds in my head.
So many times I have asked to put an end.
He can’t.
He tortures me with eyes so kind
And arms so gentle, dress so white
He knows I will never find
The way out
He walks me in his garden
Full of trees of rare kind
And laughs when I call him mine
For no reason, no rhyme.
I think he loves me.
And as the tide brought him the news
He held me close to his heart
And wouldn’t let me loose
I felt his blood drop on my lips-
The last embrace, the desperate kiss,
The fall, the dark abyss.
And the release, release.
I heard his scream. So far away
© Copyright: Смирнова Мария Сергеевна, 2009
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