I dont know what else should I do,
What else can I do
To help you get over this
To help you get over my sins
I can tell you that I am sorry
You were punished instead of me
I can tell you that I am sorry
I can still see your face
Your eyes drowing in ocean
Your mouth covered in scream
Your skin with droping blood
Please stop crying
I can do no more
I deserve all of this
I deserve your tears
I deserve your pain
I deserve your scars
I am just sorry towards you
You who was punished instead of me
Please cry
Please let me bleed
Please punish me
Please tear me up
Please make me scream
Please dry my eyes
Let me get rid of this guilty
Let me get rid of this signs
Let me get rid of this sins
Let me ged rid of this stigma, that covered my body.
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PoetryKaždého občas pochytí umelecká chvíľka. Možno vtedy, keď mu dohorieva cigareta, možno vtedy, keď dopíja víno, možno vtedy, keď ho budia nočné mory, možno vtedy, keď ho trápia ťažkosti z minulosti. Môže to byť hocikedy. A keď už tá chvíľa príde, bo...
