Every evening i choose
Who’s guilty today, who gonna lose
You, me, tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
Maybe you, maybe me, maybe my destiny..
I close my eyes ready to play
A stupid blind game
But no sound a sms, no call
No Marco Polo, I'm so fuckin alone…
***
Only circle of ur excuses over me
Like a flock of angry crows
I can't stand piercing scream
The ring of despair squeezes under my brows
I hide my head like a funky ostrich
I don't wanna hear the crackle of my soul
I feel like a blindfolded hostage
Total disorientation, lost any control
Wanna be the powerful witch
To turn ravens into magic power
Stop a self-violence, a self-torture,
Self-violence, self-touture, self-devour..
Self-devour
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