You're giving me that glass again,
Well, thanks for it. I gonna drink.
One sif... I feel vibration chain.
My hands are trembling. I can't speak.
Oh, why my breath is gonna break off?
You, murderer... You sad so far?
You've gave me poison now. It's so rough.
And then you came to burial.
I'll open eyes. This apparition...
And I'm so gratefull, I can see.
You have the foolish aspiration
To kill. But I'm not asleep.
You're murderer. You can see my eyes.
So look at it! And be affected.
Oh, witches' eyes are always nice.
I won't help. It's your way. Step it!
The world has its existing rules,
So drink that poison you've prepared.
The life for you will look like grooves.
Well, drink. You really won't be spared.
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Рубрика: Лирика любви
дата надходження 08.06.2017
автор: Анастасія Калініна