Circle
Inside the circle, the one which burns holes into holes -
I walk around and around -
I feel cold in the warmth of ice -
I am heated by the cold which flames -
The fire of my mind -
Understand what was lost -
Understood what was found -
Blood which drips off my wrists -
Profoundly annoyed by the sound -
Pain gathers out of a cloud -
Whispers of a knife strapped to my hand -
I dare not to look down -
I feel the rain on my feet -
Vertigo signals my defeat -
I want to see black inside what is displayed -
What I feel is the arms which envelopes my soul -
She is screaming fumes -
She wants me to step in grey -
I refuse -
But I do as she say
poem by Unic Cjonr
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