Vociferous silence tears my ears,
I'm knocking my knuckles in pieces.
"I was born and I'm still here.
Do you have the slightest idea?"
I'm sorry for bothering you on your way.
Stained soul cannot just disappear.
Forgiveness begged three thousand times
Depreciates in the eyes of fear.
You're the hostage to your own regrets,
Loosen the bonds and the sky will be clear.
"Mom, sorry again, but I feel stillborn.
Can you hear me?"
I'm still here.
P.S. Bring Me to Life - Evanescence
Still-born EN
© Copyright: Сара Ларсен, 2020
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