воскресенье, 10 мая 2015
homesickhomesick
i'm a ghost stuck in this bones and skin.
a rotten one, a jaded one, a hopeless...
homesick to oblivion,
i wait to be set free.
my mind is my own jail,
my torture cabin.
and on, and on it goes:
as if i've died
and hell is now the state
in which i'm living.
no.
i, myself, am a living hell.letdownletdown
a little eyelash on my cheek.
you said:
"hey, make a wish!"
you grinned.
but all i wanted
was to disappear.
a little eyelash on your palm.
i couldn't out your grin.
i blew the eyelash off...
but didn't make the wish.
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