Midnight Cry
My soul – ruin, abandoned
Night looks at me, torture go on…
I am not free from you – I’m owned.
I want your voice to crush the silence,
I want to feel your warmth on me.
Love is a sense and never science,
So hold me tight and let it be…
I want to sank in your green eyes,
I want to never find myself!
Believe my words – black heart’s not lying,
Believe me now, my countess!..
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