You cut me open,
When there’s nothing left of me,
When voices scream in silence
Of this paralyzing dream.
The destructive way of thinking
Doesn’t let me breathe again.
And I know that I’ll never
Bring this story to an end.
Never will I find solution
How to be, when I am not,
Recover soul from attrition
And what I have never got.
Paralyzing dream
© Copyright: Анна Нуар, 2017
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