Poezie
to a party
hanged
1 min lectură·
Mediu
i feel this darkness
a violin that\'s heartless
warm rooms, and drunkness
in corners people, come, meet the people.
it floats, like wine vapors
like hanged boys, in evening\'s haze
I wait, and gaze
i fill my glass, and wait, and fade, and disappear...
inside it\'s warm, outside, my fear.
some flesh is near,
let\'s all rot here
let them find us, and dig us out.
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