I will stand
To survive.
May be you
Understand...
So I hope to save my head,
Make me free or make me dead,
And destroy this part of me,
That does want this love to be.
Blackest feelings in your lair,
Thirsty eyes, beseting hair.
Not love you need but my insides,
You're my damnation of all nights!
I look at the empty black skies,
And try to find your face there,
But there is no paradise,
And I stand in poisoned air.
You look at me from above,
I try to find your face there,
Nowhere is our bleeding love,
And now I am nowhere...
Now it's time to solve
The problem of this curse.
For you it isn't hard
To crush my sick black heart.
Now it's time to choose,
Who will win and lose.
It seems to me one day...
You'll take my life away...
The Dark Final
© Copyright: Тимур Артурович Измайлов, 2009
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