(greenus, 12.07.2012, basne)
It´s always my fault
when come the ghosts
to my world
when fear appears
in eyes of all.
There´s no more space
for any word
but only the shame
you´ve stopped dreaming
and forgotten my name.
The same day when I realized
nothing is real...
and fake is the rule
I founded the way
how move forward but remain.
Until the end of the days
I will be waiting...
and I will keep myself
maybe you could come
and give a bit of help...