Something is killing now,
From feet to my head,
Dividing in two parts,
This life feels like death.
I'm going to think,
While no one can see,
"Am I gonna die?",
It's depending on me.
Hearing the voices,
It's screaming my soul:
"You would have had chance,
But now it's destroyed".
Thinking about:
"There is nothing to change",
Cutting me down,
Like a knife through my head.
There is nothing to change
© Copyright: Мир Абсурдов, 2011
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