Anguish entwines a sinful heart
With poisonous tentacles,
Overfilling it with bane up to the top,
That was a last drop.
Fear binds senses,
Forcing black-and-white images
Of suicide and violence,
Plunges into the abyss of denial.
The final frontier has been crossed,
And blood drips out of veins slowly.
There is no poison in a heart,
No fear in a head...
SILENCE...
26.09.13
To you, brother A. Well, you know everything.
Silence
© Copyright: Хэльга Штефан, 2013
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