Korshunova
Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 1:33 pm
In the heat of the night
I quietly looked for the knife
that was hid under my bed
for the last eight years.
Another darkest hour
devoid of reason
and hindsight.
God loves no one -
If you must insist
that love exists.
My spirit man died nameless
by autumn.
The hypothetical wife did not mourn;
the valediction of a schizo.
I quietly looked for the knife
that was hid under my bed
for the last eight years.
Another darkest hour
devoid of reason
and hindsight.
God loves no one -
If you must insist
that love exists.
My spirit man died nameless
by autumn.
The hypothetical wife did not mourn;
the valediction of a schizo.