Several angels are flying in the sky.
They're singing sweet songs about beauty.
And no one, nobody'll explain me, why
I wish and I pray you will shoot me!
There's nothing particular bad in the life;
I've just only locked in the corner.
And I think that you are the reason of mine
Unhappiness lasting eternally.
I hope it will soon finish and I’ll be free
Of stress, of depression, of crying;
But now I cannot win this fight finally,
So I'm writing this poem and I'm dying.
In the bad mood
© Copyright: Катерина Безызвестная, 2005
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