Wearing skin like destroying fire
Struggling my passion with great effort.
He is my weakness, my desire,
my sacred poison, my perfect hurt.
Looking for someone with his injection,
Trembling my strings for one broken voice,
Searching for shatters with his reflection
And something explaining my hopeless choice.
Drawing features of his perfection,
Remember him bitter, forever wild.
Have no any chance to deserve salvation,
Just healing with tears my inner child.
05.11.15
Остапа понесло
P.S. Английский у меня свой, поэтому не бейте.;;