Love, rain on me
on my face,
in my heart...
Dumb pain...sunrise...I melt
'till black of broken heart
No sorrow...can't escape...
Alone...the cross...the naught
A red dew's in my palms
I may be just asleep?
Wished something...Have I found it?
Why's no more strife in me?
Blood is in demand
For public show to play
When crime makes the rule
Its price you have to pay
Do what they say to do
Lie when you're told to lie
It doesn't depend on you
You were born just to die
But where is such a place
To hide from pi jaw eyes?!
At parting of the ways
I scream to deaf blue skies
No answer... - He is dead.
That's price for peace of mind
I no more need your hand
But where are you? Dropped behind?
Banshee
© Copyright: Мартель Этранже, 2009
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