please stop the car.
your frozen stare
is just as cold as my own hands.
i'm not alone,
i'm well-prepared.
so go ahead, tell me the rest.
then break my limbs with careless touches
of your imaginary hands.
untie the ends.
you got me thinking
that my cold blood is not for sale.
i look so pale.
this smell is stale.
but no more pain
and no more love.
the world above
will tear the nails off your fingers.
and no one knows
the way it feels to be exposed
to every second of creation
while realizing that you're dead.
so would you please just go ahead.
the way it ends
© Copyright: Далия Вейль, 2014
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