Love like a stuff,
Life like a whore,
Never fucking enough,
Never want more.
The Grace is flash,
Tears just are liquid,
There is no fresh,
Your heart have Sacred Secret.
Don't turn yourself away,
Rise up from filthy Lowest,
Where you so like to lay,
And walk in shaddow's forest.
You'll never have again,
And never sun will shining,
You'll loose your darling gain,
And loose your teenage lightning.
(Tribute to John Balance & Peter Christopherson).
loosing Lightning
© Copyright: Ренат Садеков, 2019
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