cracked like a dry clay
how can i stay?

fear me, my darlin'
fear me for who i am

for no one is coming
to save us today

and each tender moment
cuts a new crack on my frame.

silver melts
on the curves of my throat

why is this city so cold?

street after street
in wander I walk

so many roads
but all seem just wrong

and tripping ahead
as half-dimming flare

i'm suffocating
breathing the air

no matter how
no matter where

these people around
bring only dispair.

for a long time
it lived

for a short time 
it died

legends followed
its game

but then
forgot to warn

dead can't see
your face

but dead can hear you
fine

and once the sun
is down

awakened will be those

whose graves
have lost its warmth

a long, long time ago.

kindness is my isolation

i could walk the world
in new shoes

but everyone avoids complications

sad news,
i'm one of them.

i've been ripping myself
from inside out

limb after limb
in savage denial

stubborn and restless
reaching to what?

good in me bleeds
each day - a fresh wound

hope made no sound
i held both my hands

on the throat of reflections
of what I was not.

i'm known
but not by you

time goes
and roof is growing lower

you keep your feet
with hope
to finally become the part
of blooming flowers in the ground

but we both know
your roots are doomed
to scorch in growing fire 
of my desire.

my shore is a lonely spark
snuffed out by the winds
of your ocean

i'm not a child of devotion

i'm an orphan

of you wicked disbelief.

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you are my path
i walk it bare and hungry

in love
we are two shining spheres of wild

whereas in life
we float like icebergs - quietly 

there must be end
i could, of course, rewrite it

but when it's night
we love each other
gladly

and during day
we hate and rather
proudly.

i had my faith
in a wrong place

not my fault
that eyes are meant
to stare ahead

and finally
i think
i am afraid

to face the one
who had
my poisoned veto 
shared.

he said
it hurts just once

when heart is yet too tender
to stand the blast of cries

the sway of first betrayal

but as your life goes on
he promised

it'll get easier
to stay behind the walls

you'll learn
how build each time just bigger.

i doubt my doubts
they are not deed
of minds
i trust

nor do they manifest
the light
i am reaching for

so,

trust no one
if this is price
to pay
for better life

we all deserve
to live

they have no rights
to take these things
from us.

so,
this is what
makes razors in your mouth
taste like acrid blood

and tongue
suddenly so little

i walk from side to side
from corner to another corner

not searching,
only getting used
to this acustic feel
of being partly gone

we all will have to leave someday
i know.