Restored
- Andrey Filipov
- 29.10.2017 г.
- време за четене: 1 мин.
I traded with the devil
My eyes for his sight
He also gave me hearing
Where whispers arrived
I always thought of noise
And how it should be clear
Whether one is seeing
Lies or the sincere
But as I lost my joy
Together with my vision
I could only see
Frowns carved in mirrors
I used to want sweet fame
Or was it something to gain
Then I wished to disappear
To sever nerves inside my brain
So, I swallowed flames
And could barely walk
My muscles turned to ice
And I could not talk
For I was nothing
I was specks near the window
I was waves on the shore
I was stuck in limbo
I was… no more
But glowing shadows
Left gifts at my door
Nails, tape, and a rope
I reached through my skull
And hammered the nails
And I reached through my skull
And taped back my eyes
And roped together the hull
For the glowing people, which smiled

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