Poezie

Hitman

1 min lectură·13 februarie 2008

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I\'ve paid a criminal

called time,

to kill every memory

about myself, in my mind.

I\'ve called for arrows

with poisoned tips,

to dissolve the scars

I\'ve left on my wrists.

To forget about myself

is what I wish for.

I\'m looking for a hitman

to destroy this meaningless self

that brought me

only despise.

So He Is Weak.

I\'m only dragging

a package of unwanted gifts.

A parasite

that pretends to have self-consciousness

when he\'s only a pale shade within my inner mist.

He speaks of rivalry

but I see it more as a stupid acceptance.

And yet, he caught roots

and the guilt for this

comes from me.

So I\'m weak.

He might be the hitman

that will destroy what\'s left from ME.

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “Hitman.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/1768254/hitman

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