sâmbătă, 9 septembrie 2017

Notite XVIII

Every now and then
I change the bucket near the bed
It's filled with blood and nightmares
But who cares
That I die every night
If by morning I'm revived?
I throw you all away during the day
Just to start again
When my eyes close
I always thought you were the light of my life
But now I only find you in the darkness
Waiting in the corner with a knife.
How is it that I never win
However much I fight it
I'm always here for you to feed
You leave me nothing
Only empty places
From which to bleed.

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