Is it why you’re paling?
Is it why it hurts?
Was your soul on selling
Selling through your blood?
Haven’t you again knocked gate of underworld?
Little scared liar knocked forbidden door!
Do you feel desire
Melting up your bones?
But that’s not a fire
But buyer of the souls!
Was it your desire to unlock this door?
Little mumbling liar, that will cost your soul!
Do you hear their moaning?
Moaning like in dreams?
Here they all are floating
In the mirror ins!
Sordid souls they’re reaching hands trying to catch
Soul of little liar shining like a torch
Treats and prays - they never
Help in world of dead
And one way is correct -
Mirror you must break!
Then you’ll see tomorrow petting at your neck
Little trembling liar, next time watch your back!
06/05/2018
Desire - Пикник - Искушение
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