My weakness is my prerogative.
I know, i’m loser in this life.
I hate it and its negative
Which kills me everynight.
And so i pray my god
But he doesn’t notice me..
The shadows in my heart
Just leave me a hope to see
That i must sorrow
Because thunder clouds
Won’t give away as a horror…
They’ll stay within like sounds.
My hope begins to fade…
There is nothing binding us,
And i see it’s too late
To save some falling stars…
hopelessness...
© Copyright: Сладкая Кровь, 2007
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