Time does not belong to me
And spirits do not whisper.
My eyes are able not to see
My hears are able not to hear
My mind will not be crisper.
There's nothing to stand for,
Nothing to lose,
Nothing to look for,
Nothing to choose.
My number is zero.
My name is silence.
Cause I'm not a hero
I've lost my relience.
Empty
© Copyright: Николай Яковлев 7, 2017
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