If I can't open my eyes
When bright and sharp sunbeam
Will cut my intergrown eyelids --
I'll be afraid of my heartbeat.
If reality doesn't catch me
And I will continue to fall freely --
You should know: I'm tired ...
Really, really, really ...
The silence settled in my throat
And maroon sorrow in the vein.
Nobody would heard my last thought --
I tangled in the sleepy seine.
The lyrical fatigue
© Copyright: Твоя Шизофрения, 2014
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