You seem to doubt my ability to feel
Which is my fault
I was born to know what's always wrong
With lack of will to make it right
Done with eternity and my polluted mind
Walk to the origin of this river
I will cry and fulfill it
Those waters demand my soul
I've became a waterfall
The one that glows in the night
And misleads silent ghosts
attracting them with this amorphic
Sight
Mind is now clear
Heart is perfectly ill
Maybe I am finally dying
Maybe that's the only way I
feel
Waterfall
© Copyright: Федор Агатов, 2014
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