I stepped out of the darkness
In a dress of leaves and herbs,
In the dew of hidden tears
In the arms of the withered asters.
Cold rainy hands
gently lulled sadness
Songs of lost days
are foggy drowsy places.
And it's still cold here
The sun is soaked with salt tears
I'll bury my name
In a strange, unfamiliar space.
I wish I could stay
In this hungry darkness
The grass hold me so tight
In a bitter embrace
But I'll continue the path
Senseless. Going nowhere.
Going nowhere
© Copyright: Твоя Шизофрения, 2020
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