I kept writing stories,
Was laughing and crying,
Got hundreds of glories,
Yet, heart's slowly dying.
What's left of it up here?
A chunk in torpor
With pulse, yet so mere,
Still knocking on door.
Recapping still hurts,
So I just won't try.
While present deserts,
The past makes me cry.
I tried to play evil,
I tried to play kind,
But felt neither devil
Nor angel inside.
Kid's tired of playing -
All masks taken off.
Fake phrases aren't staying,
My lies now I doff.
Retained the obsession
With something that's deep.
You have my confession -
For nothing I weep.
Yes, you didn't care,
But neither did I.
It's easy to 'dare'
When 'truth' is a lie.
Forgive me for clashes
And those soulless fights.
I split into ashes
As my heart ignites.
The Recap
© Copyright: Карташов Александр, 2015
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