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[disincarnate]

Inside the white walls of chasing thoughts

There's a glaring shining window

That lets you out, just one step

One narrow cut on still water's expanse.



Cold lights, blurred rays in

Dead forest's arms of November's sun

That's all is creation of doom,

Remembrance of deep future.



So many scarms and open wounds

Of every broken mirror,

Unbearable eminence of hopes

The echo of falling down screams.



The run of days, the stream of time

You stop existance off the sounds

Of pulsing realm of sick mind,

Demised the fatal stoned truth.



Everlasting grief of torn inside

The ascent to foredoom of madness

The lapse of diamond shining fall

Beneath the window in white walls...

Comments

[disincarnate]

А на музыку уже сама накладывай, я предупреждал, что ни рифмы, ни размера стиха не соблюдаю.

[MaybeJ]

ок))