Стихотворение / Лирика, Поэзия, Мистика, Психология, Философия About fantasy reality or human soul. This lyric not for "light reading". Its not so easy to keep this in mind or just understand all lines. Теги: forestfantasyinsidesthoughtsphilosophy
The quietest your whisper is the noisiest.
When it's yelling I die.
Then birds like a monsters in forest
Being hit me inside.
And the devil may cry, and one bird is alright,
Is alright when my heart stops beating.
"Black" behind, "Black" behind! I don't wanna your light,
Through the light I will see how I'm bleeding.
I'm the mirror this face what hate am I so,
It's telling to me how all bad.
I can't deal with this face, it is mine, ITS MY FACE!
I am telling to me: My reflection so sweet!
But all bodies may say: It is not.
Will you keep fighting this? Will you brave, when it's win?
No, I'm not, but you will, my alone.
You will back me in forest, you will say what I am,