An airdrop sticks to my tongue
I wish my heart stopped now untortured
It was so clear, but now the world is drunk
It was so real, I don't believe the fortune
An'now i feel as i extinct
All turns to dust, the rivers flow backwards
Pulling out the nails from my coffin lid
Pulling out the nails, in this night so reckless
Sun and moon go up and down
Stars rise and fall making full circle
And i can't sleep, turn round'n'round
Scratching my wrists on ignorant nails
Nails
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2012
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