petak, 04.02.2005.

17.06.2004.

Your body clings to mine
Smell of your skin, touch of your hands
While slowly moving in the rhythm
In the dark corner of your room.
These pictures emerge in front of my eyes
I can’t get rid of them.
I’m lonely, you’re my only company
You that don’t exist.
And while my fears and frustrations
Disappear in passionate explosions
I stay calm only for a moment.
Moment disrupted by shiny blade
Stabbed in my twisted back.
Hot blood glides along the shaft
And drops on the cold tiles.
In a trans I fall down
All my senses slowly die
But fear still remains
From that horrid image.
I look in your eyes, eyes of a murderer
Not even with you I can’t find my peace

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