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 Пътят към къщи (Английски вариант-извинявам се) |
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Инra (непознат
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| Публикувано | 03.05.08 00:43 |
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What a price shall I pay
For all this witnessing?
Faces I no more recognize,
Belonged to creatures once.
Their ordinary daily voices
Became so irritating.
But i can hardly say It's mine...
I hardly find a space to rest.
These days I hardly find caress.
These days I breathe
Instead of someone else.
I shall pretend..
Before I came
A certain state of mind
Is left behind.
I showed up in the timeless time.
But it's not mine.
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The grass is green
In this asylum.
The grass is green,
But underneath
The wind is bringing voices.
Ants bearing their burdens
And suffering their choices.
I'm choosing to stay quiet.
For noone's gonna blame the dead
For lack of logic.
There's certainly a conflict
In this april afternoon
And I just miss the tools
To solve it.
A shadow sits beside me,
Pretending to be someone I should know.
And asking for forgiveness.
But why should I forgive
When I could let him crawl,
At least, once more?
It would't let me go.
It eats my atheistic soul.
I tend to suffocate in silence
For I might crash the balance.
But then the sense has gone.
Anxiety is on it's own.
No pill can take me home..
Редактирано от Инra на 03.05.08 01:06.
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