We are not free

Funny how this world has set of rules… Look at us: adults with free will, And with all those modern tools We are not free… You know I miss you, I know you miss me. We want reconnection, We want just BE... But we can’t… she would be jealous, He wouldn’t understand. We are family, just fellas, But it seems too weird to them what I meant. Society does not approve. Trust is weak too. We are two adults, with free will, And yet, can’t even say “hi, how are you?”…
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Black Magic

Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle on the table. They say it is a witchcraft, They say it is a dark magic, But I don’t care, yes, I care not! Because their lips will be silenced forever... This life on the table, Still beating, don’t ask how, This heart is poisoned, But all poison can be a cure. Laugh while you can, My pain now becoming real, Now my pain has power, Now my pain will be released. Almost black, this blood, Out of my veins, Like a souse on my heart, Like a drizzle over your cold skin...
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Alice in “Wonderland”

Alice in Wonderland…. She is sitting on her bed, Her gaze full of sadness. This blue cover, this soft bed – It all was for their little “nest”, For him and for her, only. He left though and nest was empty. Since then how many men intruded this sanctuary? Sanctuary of broken love, of broken hopes? We all go a little mad sometimes… life does too. The cat laughs quietly in the corner.
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Barbed on my heart – 2

Drip, drip – red dots On white surface of the sink. Washing away my pain. Spike after spike From my bleeding flesh I’m pulling it out. Barbed of memories, Deep barbed of believes - One by one – away! Tears of sharp pain, I still have flashbacks at nights. I need to pull it out. My opened wound, This bleeding, hurting meat When it will be over? Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…   
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Barbed on my heart

This is funny, but it is so sad… I am happy with him, And you are happy with her. Shouldn’t it take away all pain? Well maybe it should… But was all our past in vain? All these years I believed, That we meant to be together, Through better and through worse, But I was mistaken… I am not healed, even if I am so close… Our relationships were like barbed, They hurt me so much, But my belief was covering it, without flee Layer after layer, putting it on on my heart and my skin. So it became part of me... Now when mistake was exposed, I have to rewind all these years and believes back. I have to rip off this barbed from my flesh, Layer after layer,…
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