Horror
Doesn't feel any sorrow
Takes all your blood
So welcome into acid mud
And nothing else anymore
When They before calling you
And after put under floor
Oh, horror
Makes your eyes wider
So now you as a slider
Trying to run away
Licking with pray
Their Liquid sky
In a hope to fly
From the horror wheel
When for them – you only cell's meal
Just feel…somebody
With boring warmness of Hitchcock movie
oh poor horror – so lonely
in silence
horror of their liquid sky
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2013
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