Gekata, 37 - 21 марта 2007 18:11

The sky was broken into pieces
By cruel lightenings and pain
The clouds were fighting like insane
In dance of hopes and broken blisses.
She was so jealous and young
Her life was binding thorny ways.
So tired of those crazy games,
She was enticed by mortal fun.
The world of euphoria. Powder.
To lose control, believe in life.
What shows her memory? A knife.
White walls. And voices growing louder.
How wrong they were! They didn`t guess
She was so tender, young and mild,
She`s just a pawn, this little child
In Angel-Devil`s set of chess.
They torn her soul, her wounded heart,
They fought for power in her mind.
With passion, absolutely blind,
The Devil won the greatest part.
The Angel threw his shabby wings.
Two stars, died out, instead of eyes.
He lost his way in dreadful lies
Between his “losts” and rare “wins”.
The sky was broken into pieces
By cruel lightenings and pain
The clouds were fighting like insane
In dance of hopes and broken blisses.
The steam turned into odd design.
It rose from surface of the roof,
So hot on sunny days and smooth.
She found these patterns very fine.
She knew it wouldn`t last too long:
Just make a step and fall with rain.
The shortest moment of a pain.
And freedom. Dying right at dawn.
The Angel`s voice made Devil flinch.
”I`m broken. Stop it. I give up.
Please, help her. Stop it. Stop it. Stop!
I`ll be a sacrifice at pinch!”
The game was over. Pricks on veins
Remained forever in his mind.
It wasn`t time for her to die.
The Devil broke his heavy chains.

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