Again. Today I'm dead.
There's only lightning instead of you
There're only clouds wherever I rise
With nobody's hand I'm going ahead
I cannot see more my fiendish view
I'm feeling anything but your eyes
In vain. Spending. All. My breath.
Again. Today. Now. Is the death.
Today is the death
© Copyright: Элен Фаволь, 2015
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