Death
Dmitri Bold
I talked to my inner spirit
My own words taught me
It then became so clear
I was the one I had to fear
My mind was my worst enemy
I started to lose me
I knew that I had to change
Or else I would stay the same
I feel like I’m wrong
I feel like it’s my fault
I don’t know how to feel
I don’t think I feel at all
Death is not an exit, death is not my end
Souls are now my profit, dreams got up and went
They become rejected, under rugs they’re swept
Death is not escape, death won’t be my fate