Can’t even scream
In battle west with east…
In my mind I see desperate lights,
And the floor where must be sky…
All the rights – forbidden,
All the lies – forgiven…
I am lost in black nothing,
Going down the stream.
But all of this doesn’t matter
How hard I would try.
I’ll never reach the heaven
As soon as I’ll die.
All I can – be behind the Door…
I haven’t been abandoned,
I chose it on my own,
Just ‘couse I always wanted
Like a child, to save the world…
I’ve heard that story in my ears,
When I fall asleep…
But I am sure that was more than real,
And I’ve let it be
In my poetry.
I still feel it through dreams,
I still keep it deep inside.
Like its something that I could’ve had…
Like it’s something for could I
Give up my life…
Behind the Door
© Copyright: Джейси Киорданн, 2015
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