Sharp sounds, blurred borders of my mind.
The path I went I never gonna find.
A moment back I seemed to be alright,
And now, I have a will to fight!
To feel how dirty, injured hands
Grab bloody steel and cut the ends.
An outcast, long ago forgotten,
I chase the shadows I can't see.
My dreams, ideals future visions,
All rest in dust and wait fo me.
A thought, a sound then pain,
Then silence and relief again.
I seem to lose my mind once more.
I have to find a reason in my core.
Two rusted rings are signs of past,
But nothing matters,die is cast.
Today exiled by my own,
I feel the pain of broken bone.
And feelings,which before have helped,
Now stay aside, exhausted,knelt.
The one to blame for sins I brought.
The one to blame for painful word.
The one to ruin loving heart.
The one to tear the world appart.
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© Copyright: Артём Агличев, 2012
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