Your Voice Inside.
The world is mine.
It takes me apart.
The life is a crime,
It gives me my blood.
My vines are bleeding
To keep me alive.
My arms are trembling
I cannot be higher.
What do you feel
When my knife cuts my body?
What do you see
When the sky is black and cloudy?
-Friends trusted you
But your true soul betrayed them all
Your mother has brought you
Maybe, to be a teacher or to study a law.
But look at you now
What monster is inside your body?
Can you answer FOR Yourself?
To be trustful and faithful?
Answer:
My dear alive so-hunted enemies,
We’ve lost our faith and hopes
We are in our lives all The Masters
And hide it in our lies.
To be dead? Am I dead?
No, it’s only my last bread.
Your society is dead and dirty.
Free yourself – be undead and hurt me!
I need your help – cut the knife in my heart
To me – to your conscious and to your mind!
Your Voice Inside
© Copyright: Леся Зябрик, 2009
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