When a valkyrie freed up my doom
I was scared of walls in my room.
I keep silence of other defects,
From which mind is the one who protects.
I don’t know what to tell, what to spell,
I remain in my psychotic cell.
Castaway with no trust, with no past.
Only now. Live to rust, just disgust.
Exiled
© Copyright: Артём Агличев, 2012
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