Black dressed
Compressed
By a fear
That's real
By a fake
That will break
Soon or late
Your faith
A star on a sky
Is falling and you try
Find a poison on shelf
Farewell, kill yourself
I'm going under
From this world
Full of filth
For what is worth?
I'm going under
Away from here
I'm a hangman
Have enough of fear
No reason to live
No reason to die
Farewell life
Farewell cry
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.Believe in a heaven, believe in the night,believe there's a path to follow, believe in the light...just believe in angels...I want to believe... It can't rain all the time (~CROW~MAD~GIRL~) Zoznam autorových rubrík: Básne, Days of War, Nights of Love, Súkromné, Nezaradené
