Not to make this life invain
I must admit at bitter end,
That I am selfish, cruel thing
You have really never seen...
Under THIS cold mask of justice
Face is doubled up with malice.
The brightest kindly smile on me
Will seem utmost unpitying.
And the soul is full of scars
Will divide that shape apart
The truth is easy as a pie
There is nothing worth inside...
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=695112
Рубрика: Лирика
дата надходження 18.10.2016
автор: Aire Ni