I’ll wrote down Your name...
Death loves apples...
We’re playing with the lives,
Realizing other’s pain.
But how far can it go -
This alluring
Talk with the Death?
Death loves apples...
A black notebook in Your hands,
And in white ink
The rules are written.
Step by step,
You decide,
Who is worthy of the Death.
You see His face
Only a moment,
But Gods of the Death are near.
Death loves apples...
With the blood’s color
The written testaments.
You fix the time, -
The heart stops...
Death loves apples...
Losing those, whom You care for,
You don’t understand love.
In Your face is looking the one
Who is like You.
Reverse,
Close, black...
Death loves apples...
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