я не можу дихати.
кайдани
скували мої ребра,
заважаючи кисню
ступити до мене ближче
і дарувати мені шанс
пожити ще трохи.
я не можу дихати.
я замість серця відчуваю
всепожираючу
порожнечу,
що пожирає і мене
усіх,
марить
діру в грудях бездонну.
я не можу дихати.
я глибоко зітхаю -
і лещата тиснуть все сильніше
крихітку кістки, крутячи вени.
я не хочу зітхнути знову,
щоб було боляче.
я дихати не хочу.
is it better to wish than to have and to be scared to lose?
is it worse to experience than to expect?
there's so much to enjoy when you look around
but so little to feel when you get it or take it or buy it or win
there's no sense to find sense in a move or an action
that would be a distraction from the silence inside
once, one day, one time art was talking to me
it was in that kind of mood when you want to be honest and true
it said "i despise you, so i'll make it that you'll want me but i will never want you back"
i couldn't improvise an answer for art
and art didn't like that
it said "you're pathetic, so I'll make it that way
my shirt is ripped and covered in holes
and i don't care, really, i don't
it's that i am afraid that my skin will be seen
and i really don't care
i don't care at all
that my shirt's almost gone
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