Your tears are like the blood
And the black fire is in your heart.
Your words wound me again and again
You continue this cruel game.
The black fire surround by you
But my heart is burning now too.
You are the black angel with wicked soul
And your hate the world, you hate all.
Your soul is black
And I see the evil in your heart
But wings behind your back
Are clean and white.
You are the messenger of the Hell
But you come from the Paradise.
You give us the hostility
But really you want the peace.
The black angel...
© Copyright: Надежда Гаврилова, 2005
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