I still can't live when she is gone
Wherever go I hear her cry
I can't face this mad world alone
Without her hair made of silk rye
I dream of her clearwater eyes
My eyes these times are never dry
I dream to be preserved in ice
Until the day when I can die
And all my doubts are set aside
I should not live, there is no doubt,
Must let the warmth of suicide
Embrace me tight and reach me out
I've got my noose, I've got my gun
Whatever can I do to fade
But I can't end what I've begun
I cannot do this I'm afraid
I cannot still make up my mind
To interrupt or to resist
Moments with her I'll just rewind
I cannot live, so I'll exist
2 сентября 2013 года
Fatal Solitude
© Copyright: Савва Шанаев, 2013
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