The fire of the heart
Is going to be a stone.
The strange death of the ice
With blood - is going on.
You can't live with this pain
But you can't close your eyes
And you can't close your mind -
You see these bloody stripes.
You mix your blood with sand,
You mix your tears with it.
And there's someone, standing,
Who will mix you with s*it
Agony
© Copyright: Алексия Летто, 2012
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