The corridors of destiny still violate my soul,
I know there's so much stress for me, so I can lose control,
My finger's on the trigger and I try to aim your heart,
This pain is so much bigger than a masterpiece of art.
This hope is getting hopeless, I obtain what I deserve,
My plans are dancing topless on the surface of your nerve.
Don't even try to hide from me, I'll find you everywhere,
You have no right to lie to me, just try to play it fair.
The fact is indisputable, I love your every cell,
With you it would be suitable to even live in hell.
So if you drop your attitude and let it fall apart,
I will forget my solitude, the golden age will start.
The corridors of destiny
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №107030600129
Свидетельство о публикации №107030600129
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