6 marca 2015
PATHOPHOBIA
Vast emptiness preceded him,
when he stood inside a glass on road.
Sun did not contradict him,
light had entered back in stars.
Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There
was no reason.
Pain in neck neglected for long
now becomes time,
impatient to meet beginning of end.
Blood was spurting in vain.
A black pearl of pure love
uncenters the lazy death.
He knew the secret of pathophobia,
had known the morbidity of troubled mind.
There was no return now to new words of mourning.
Grave masks were hiding
the smiling faces of unnames.
4 maja 2024
N1absynt
4 maja 2024
Izerska rzekakalik
4 maja 2024
0405wiesiek
4 maja 2024
WładcyMarek Gajowniczek
4 maja 2024
WartośćMarcin Olszewski
3 maja 2024
M1absynt
3 maja 2024
można możnasam53
3 maja 2024
0305wiesiek
3 maja 2024
źródło wiarysam53
3 maja 2024
o świciesam53