I heard you Phil

by • 4. February, 2014 • All, Art, FeaturedComments (0)1345

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Is it all that must happen now – I ask.

It’s cold when she is not near;

And it’s heavy and you feel like to run.

Straight into your deepest fear;

Ain’t sun;

Nor warmth comes in – I say.

I’ve chased it for years,

I’ve been on main-road to the hell – I say.

It broke your protection;

It broke your shell – my brother.

You reached for a syringe and you left it in your vein.

You left us cry in sorrow and vain.

You slammed it right at its faith;

It took over and called for a saint in a white dress and bare feet, I must be insane;

For my compassion for fight that you took.

Look you fell;

Fuck yeah you fell.

At the end rest there my brother

You won’t need to make no trades,

With no demons and his maids.

 

Poem by Serge De Asilgarajevs

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