Days in the starless sky
The wind between the trees
Someone who calls to die
And give your soul release.
The miracle mirror spirit
The wisper of seldom voice
Someone is calling to leave it
And tell the trip is your choice.
The stars are eyes of babies
The babies who want to kill
The cruel game using candies
To chock you with a pill.
The miracle mirror is broken
And you do not trust them more
You looked their hearts are rotten
And closed behind your door.
Days in the starless sky...
© Copyright: Эль Ва, 2006
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