I`ll rive all nerves inside your mind
As human dies inside your eyes,
Inside your soul is cruel dark,
It meets the strike and turns to spark .
I will ignore the soul noise
It`s better music than your voice.
I`ll paint it blood in all details,
Those dragons fly in fairy-tales
I`ll fetch my ass to Neverland
For things I`ve promised to defend,
In shattered walls of dust and lust
I`ll find new things to be discussed.
I will disgust, I will tear out
All things I am to say aloud,
I`ll bleed my hate to sniffling sins,
But do my best to be convinced
In purity of sacred soul,
In things that happened for control,
For new cold snow for my mute plea
And lucid reason of my need.
Of need to scream and to be heard.
Of need to stab and feel the hurt,
For cruel mind to make the wounds,
For body lay in silent woods. © Мария Ключко |Maria Satura