I’m still alive, undressed and lost,
My heart is broken, cold as frost.
I lie in bed, my thoughts astray,
No sense of time, no light of day.
Within my mind, a fragile spark,
I find some art to leave a mark.
I take this piece, this fleeting trace,
And burn it all without a place.
But I will rise, I’ll open wide
My weary eyes, no tears to hide.
A brand-new level, fresh and free,
The broken parts—no more for me.
Yet as I hold my heart, it burns,
The fire twists, the cold returns.
The ice erupts, a blazing storm,
A frozen flame, a twisted form.
Now here I stand, exchange complete,
A hollow heart, a cold defeat.
Forever broken, I remain,
And marriage binds me to my pain.
I m still alive, undressed and lost
© Copyright: Макс Емельянов, 2025
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