понедельник, 14 сентября 2009 г.

i dont believe things going through my mind
the same wind playing with those leafes
dead already, dead thousand times before
strict to myself, perfectionism that leaves
forever blind,
my mother named mind
forever deaf ,
my father named mood
my toys forever ugly, broken, fake
me, starrin into darkness
to see the only thing -
selfpunishing reflection.

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