Napisal/a LuxAeterna, v nedelja, 17. jan. 10

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With ashes in your hair
and rings beneath your eyes
the chill of winter air
Is more than you can bear.
And though you want to speak -
the mind is slow and sick,
the words too weak,
the world too quick
for you to comprehend,
for you to live,
to understand
and see the end...

Blue veins beneath pale skin,
chipped nails on outstretched fingers,
you're drying out from within,
mind disconnected,
cardiac arrest,
mouth sewn shut…
You’re but a ghost,
a ghost of all your sins -
Why even exist?
You haunt yourself
and you insist
on carrying on…
A burden, pulling everyone down with you.


What have you done to yourself?
What has the world done to you?


A kiss on your chapped lips
and they are leaving -
never staying,
never believing.

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