i want to discard
your beautiful eyes,
shine out of heart,
cry show me my skies...
the lips are come on
my maggoty brain...
again i'm alone,
again and again...
discarding the muse
will never be ends,
the shadows confused
and crawling my hands...
and sky revelate
black holes on me...
in death...we'll be late,,,
in muses...may be...
вот вам вторая попытка писать на английском...продолжать?
первая это готическое
a am a prisoner of death,
a am a prisoner of love,
toonight i will destroy myself,
a am a prisoner of death...
8)
