He was...He was born in darkness..
And God repulsed his wills and suffers..
His soul was full of different lie
He felt defeated by black sky...
His life appealed all kinds of pain,
He was forgotten after rain,
His thoughts gave up to be with him,
He wished to fall in other dream...
He founded ways just to exist..
But they were only in the mist..
He understood-he was alone..
His path would be and sad and long..
His life attracts all kinds of pain,
He was forgotten after rain,
His thoughts gave up to be with him,
He wished to fall in other dream...
He was imprisoned by his hurt,
His future only screamed and burnt..
Забытый
© Copyright: Максим Маршалов, 2010
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