אפטי פרוסט / Invisible |
Oblivious to his surroundings
Raindrops are foreign to him
Seeing only darkness
In that lonely corner of his mind
He walks the land alone
No one notices him
How can he shout with no words?
He can he plead without being seen?
No one cares
It's simple
No one gives a damn
Would you?
Delicate tears of salt
Are all he tastes lately
As does the pillow
On his victim bed
Breath comes so often
Useless and redundant
He wishes for death
Or at least welcomes it
A damned life to live
This life is unfair
He doesn't need you to cry
Only to care
But you don't see him
Nothing more than a shadow
A lifeless nothing
A mistake of nature
No one cares
It's simple
No one gives a damn
Would you?
He would leap into nothingness
And let you know
That he exists
In a death-awaiting show
Feelings are taken for granted
He would beg at nights for love
In his dark lonely life
It might be enough
Show him that the world can be different
Let him know that people can give
Why must he cry alone at nights?
When he is clearly not alone
A damned life to live
This life is unfair
He doesn't need you to cry
Only to care
But no one cares
It's simple enough
No one gives a damn
Please... Care for me
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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