3 May 2012
September till April,
My soul empty,
Crushing black hole,
My life a void,
On hold.
Waiting,
Minute by minute,
Feeling each second,
Ripping my heart,
Tearing me in
Two directions.
How can I survive,
No blood in my veins,
No air in my lungs,
For so long?
September till April.
September Till April • Opuss № I