In this room the dark came fast
I become colder as the wind is stronger
My blood is filled by crumbs from past
I am still breathing at least.....
Loving, screaming, gazing in your eyes
I could feel full indeed
You are able to open my heart
But you are skipping the moment on and on
Now, when you look at me while your arms are capturing me
I just want to get lost in you ,in us
I know that I can tell you with a look the feeling which is grinding me
Your soul's windows answered me
So I can feel the Death's breathe on my neck
It doesn't matter now at all!
She can get myself as you didn't keep me!.....
YOU ARE READING
'Monochopsis'
Poesia'monochopsis' is, like the title means, an out of line modernist poetry volume. Some of the poems will be visual, some with lots of metaphors, they will be in my way. Motto: ,, Don't read them, understand them!"
