Now do not do anything important - just dying.
And looking at the ceiling with eyes extinguished.
And breathe slowly, more slowly and speak of mind

with strong frustration in me.

Better to kill you slowly to hurt us again equally.

All my life I cede your turn to hurt me just you.
Better to kill you slowly - to feel the pain that
within me burning me slowly and do not let me sleep.


My soul thy bed was warmed to you.
After their night wanderings in her bed.

Hugging you. That hurt. It's like you were.
I loved it. I can not.