I'm checking crossed lines on life,
I'm running at the blade of knife,
And shit will happen,
And shit will happen tonight.
Take wind out of the streets.
Blood is spilled on the paper sheets.
Somebody is dying...
Somebody is under six feet.
Inside of void there is voice,
He told me that I’m out of choice.
But no choice now matter
And that to me isn't a noise.
Shades below were decayed,
Giving a reason for them to hate.
Letters are arising
That's all that i have made.
The punishment is coming here,
My treasure is lost, my treasure is spilled.
Light is making all shadows unclear,
Light is making me to be killed!
the dawn
© Copyright: Алкар, 2009
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