This fear, he nests in the abdomen ... Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



This fear, he nests in the abdomen,
Clamping fist delicate strings of life.
The embryo of the soul, beats in the chest
muteness Sheltering refuge where great Huns
Combine the patterns of light and darkness ...
And the severity of pulsing scream of lead,
What can not break through the shell of guilt.
And just around the masks and shadow without face ...
Solitude white dreams.

I am one with this fear, it is the root support.
Without it, I'm gone, do not know about.
He crashed into the side as the rider spurs.
Punches rest, scrap sharpened.
This fear - I, between the darkness and the darkness
I create a fragile bridge called life.
I decorate it with multicolored dream
And flying with it down.

Disappears, but there is no one to cry about it.
And no one will notice the empty bridge.
It reveals the fear that it was up to the light,
But that was before the darkness, so that there is a question,
Without hope the answer.