Demons
Alina Istomina
It’s beating harder
I’m punished, pater
For my outcry and fervent ardour
I think my sin is too much bother
We tried to kill one another
My trip turned out to be breathtaking
I’m on the floor, I’m cold and shaking
In the dark they call me
All I know that they got free
Day turned into endless night
Life turned into a big fight
A puppet can’t control itself
And it lies quietly on the shelf
I can’t recognize myself
And maybe this is someone else
All I know is it’s not me
They locked me in, so set me free