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Igor Wolfson Poems
A Dream of You
And in your eyes I see myself But in your heart I don't exist And when your mind wants just a rest I put your feelings to a test. To lose - you risk.
The good thing is that...
And when the life is going awesome And you can praise the everyday You don't see bad parts, there's no way You feel alive and your soul blossoms
No more power, no more hope No more need to pull the rope This is not what you call 'life' Just because my soul here dies
I realized to late, when losing people It's not much different of being dead Mad at myself because I've lost the only chance I had And now I see it, now I feel it
And the veil is closing Darkest clothing Darkest mood and eyes are black
Objection! Hate obstructs my breathing Infected soul dying in prison Eruption and destruction holds My thoughts that come as manifolds
She doesn't know about truth - She never heard of lies She is a butterfly Her wings are fireproof
And in this vibe I'm writing words And words come out of silence Do not define, just do your chores For definitions are the source of violence
It doesn't make a sense, How that which isn't true will make things real? I shall appeal to gods presence.
All the bitches - arise! In your eyes mirrors hiding their lies And their love you don't need, you don't care You don't breathe, you may rot, now life's fair.
Falling from grace
Lead it to nowhere, And this life will be short You see, it will stay there No matter how it hurts
Do not live without you there
Again it goes as went before I meant to live and nothing more I meant to breathe and see and feel But as it comes there - my heart becomes a heart of steel
Written in a message window / Somewhere ...
What can I ask, when theres no answers? What can I say when all the questions have been asked? What else can you pretend I'm after?
I am. Without.
This is the time, This is the place This is the mind, this is a grace An evil eye... In evils face A bleeding scar, a fuzzy maze
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A Dream of You
And in your eyes I see myself
But in your heart I don't exist
And when your mind wants just a rest
I put your feelings to a test. To lose - you risk.
Be for yourself, be by my side
For me to be alive again, to breathe.
You like it when I buy your trust
You'll like it when my heart will freeze
I'm listening to angels' screams
Their music shuts my thoughts and I may dream
But dreams are grey, you paint them in that fashion
You are not my obsession. You are my mind's sin.
It's you. And only 'you' there is.
For this is not a shame, it is a ...