My undeveloped, tortured soul
Is burning from within.
My heart is big and empty hole
From constant suffering.
My mind is telling me to stop -
“Enough! Leave her in peace!”
But soul wants every single drop
To drink from full of pain chalice.
Mind hates himself and only choice
To rip you from my heart!?
Your smile, your smell, your voice…
Wipe off and tear it all apart?...
I can be terror during day
And injured sheep at night.
My soul will not allow. No way!
Soul won’t give up without a fight!
Fight
© Copyright: Дмитрий Гараев, 2013
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