Faery-tale pain
I want to cut my wicked veins,
to fight my fear and give a chance
for every spirit around me
to make a masquerade, and dancing free.
I’ll change my blood on solt and wine
to get an ability to fly.
I’ll never miss, it blows so strong
but nights are very cold and long.
Let me awaken in dark rainy sky,
where the last righteous man could
finish to cry.
And step by step I’m going to abyss
like a fairy-tale pain, just like some evils.
29.10.05
Faery-tale pain
© Copyright: Юлия Тихомирова, 2007
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