I will fill your heart with sorrow,
And you will not be able to love.
I will take away your sinful soul
With my hand in leather glove.
I have already made the poison,
I've wrote obituary for you.
I want to kiss your eyes and moiston
Your lips with tears.Your iris has native hue.
Blind children will sing to us,
When we'll running the bridge across.
If you're fall down,
I shall wear your crown.
Bleed and adore – Shut up!
Close the door into your heart.
My dear,I'll kill you tonight,
Today's my turn to win the fight.
My own war
© Copyright: Бисерова Аннет, 2012
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