Blaz Zigon - Dawn

on the legde of the window I lean
the first sip of cofee burns my lips...
as the day is born

I wonder why am I so torn
the spoken words uttered trough my mouth
of them relevance is noone
for those which are, I keep them to mysellf
the unspoken ones
are the devil itself

they ravage and torture my mind form within
only relesed when the quill touches ink
tho wirtten on paper they are
still unheard by those wich are ment to hear

silnce breaks and time is near
speak now the unspoken
or forever live in fear.

Blaz Zigon

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