My perfume is venom
My words're so sweet that could kill
You dream about it, avow
Your dreamless is judge so cruel that you never feel
I know
I have to let you go
But I can't until you kneel
I'm so bitter that can't be kind
You're charmed
You're defeated
All my kind feelings're dead
All my love is dead
Instead of my kingdom-come
I choose the freedom
My perfume is nymph near the stream
My words're so bitter but sweet
You're teased
You're charmed
You don't suspect, you don't expect the blade in your neck
I think you deserve it
It's good death for rogue
My perfume is delicious...
My Perfume
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2014
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