Bizin


Writing

Hurt

Your laugh poured hot glass / In to my heart

The Soul

The tired old soul / Screaming dark silence

Branches of Life

It looks naked and dead

The Darkness inside, walks outside today.

Hiding and waiting, behind the mask

Connecting Shadows

It´s alive, / growing inside me, / a part of me.

Disillusioned

I thought the future would be brighter / but it’s ambivalent and corrupt.

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