Last candidate for divinity

Still need the toutch
But wind of doubt
By thorns the fire fed again
Falling into the hungry (s)oil
Of bloody a(c)id
The helpless memories

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digging a grave inside of me
so that I whole become a grave
a living coffin fragile shell
same time the glass that always shatters
and grinder of the rolling blades

last candidate for divinity
for rebel and the outsider
is losing clash with inner beast
inside of me
the chain of wires
is broken torn apart and bleed
the acid
inside of me the blade of seed

and still I live within this field
enjoying the illusions
deceiving future that was killed
still other way the renegade
because of being deadly faithful
the demons whisper in the night
they strangely come in such a second
remembering what was before may help now to forget the present'
but what if once again I do
calm down for living false illusions ??
no other way no other joy
my will to be without will make me a feeling toy

was seeking for embrace
In moment when it happens
The picture is enough
Too sudden but the doubt
Each word becomes disgrace
Between the rays the shades
Like fingers in The fingers
so much again I cannot say

The pills would not replace
Don't know what I will feel tomorrow


29 МАЯ 2018