Come to me and let you be in a black cloak
Take my inside with the dashing hand , but leave
That I have outside of me, though broke
I all outdoors seemed to be useless and unreal
Black, try to black me! i do love the colour!
All that could be veiled had been black veiled, I swear!
I doff the garment, being black in heart, my skin keeps pallor
It begs for words that have been uttered not to say
And if the fear of me is coming, i'll put it into scream
My flesh is writhing, weeping, wheezing,
patently, It's far from being out of sin
Black vs. Black. Such rough-and-tumble there's!
A vicious rite may has got me into deep wood
And it may detatch thing I still think as a white one
It still deep within me and I call it true
affection to you. But the Black is... My LIE!
The black is
© Copyright: Эрика Брюнхильд, 2005
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