Sometimes so hard to be alone.
To have instead of heart a stone.
Never to have someone beside.
And feel the emptiness inside.
I have no aims, I have no plans.
I hoped that I'll find the sense.
I tired to wait, I tired to fight.
What for? For emptiness inside?
I do not know why I should live
If I have nothing to believe.
And like a needle in my mind
A thought about suicide.
Only one shot, only one step
And I'll escape from artful trap.
I know, of course, it is not gest,
But it would bring required rest.
I walk alone under the moon.
But maybe I can find you soon,
You'll come and drive away my grief,
And you'll teach me to love and live...
Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 18:33
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