Some time I thought that I would never pass away.
So young I was, naive and so light-hearted.
I did not even notice when it started -
At once my soul began to wither and decay.
The light that gave me warmth and real joy
Declined, and I am not whom I had been before.
Since then my life is not so worthwhile anymore.
My fragile world is totally destroyed.
I know for sure I will always hesitate
If then I took the only correct decision
That influenced a lot my future vision.
But I will always feel this strong vehement hate.
24/02/2012
Self-Destruction
© Copyright: Твой Пепел, 2012
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Hesitation the sign of desperation
you wait for a train on a trainstation
you feel those farewell vibrations
but must not be affraid of the final destination.
:)))
I love you, darling!
Серж Блэйк 03.03.2012 22:49 • Заявить о нарушении
you wait for a train on a trainstation
you feel those farewell vibrations
but must not be affraid of the final destination.
:)))
I love you, darling!
Серж Блэйк 03.03.2012 22:49 • Заявить о нарушении
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