~~Dead Girl’s Elegy~~
Everything stops, even my days,
I’m counting minutes of being alive.
A guilt is still with me. And emptiness stays.
So is there anything else to hide?
I answer it: «No. There’s nothing that gone.
There’s nothing that left behind the stage».
And I don’t know where I’m coming along,
And I look like I’m one hundred aged.
I’m losing myself; I’m so pale and frail,
The funeral of soul will come very soon.
Why does love hurt as the cruelest devil?
My time will come; I’ll be touching the moon.
I can see the angels are singing an ode,
They’re near my tomb and flying apart,
They will sing the prayer that I often told,
The angels will pick up the pieces of heart.
Maybe everything’s fake, our life isn’t true?
Maybe it’s dream? Is it lying I weave?
But God just exists – there’s nothing to do.
Do you think I’m slowly coming to grief?
Then bury me deep inside that cold ground,
I want to be ghost, to hear no lies,
I just want to listen to angel ode’s sound,
To be fully calm, to close tired eyes…
June, 9 - 10
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Music: The Killers _ Mr. Brightside, Linkin Park _ No Roads Left