Mood like death,
spreading in my body.
Burning eyes,
tearng blood.
Choking, fighting, screming.
Sacrificing life
for a better death.
A rope of vains
to hang the victim.
Escaping from destiny-
destroying worlds.
Tortured by a word
that is never said.
Blessing the damned
for they are saints.
Sweet, enlighting touch
of the coldest ray.
Blazing thoughts of emptiness
crashing into my head.
Weaking the mizery
of being alive.
Without a face
I cry for death.
Unrevealing future
of past secrets.
Legs crushed
by the burden of being alive.
Realizing the unnamed,
bleeding poison.
The thing I live for
is the thing that kills me.
Alone in the crowd
I`m looking for the answers.

Депресиращо...

И много метълкор (: Браво дуд, докосва.

Дюд, аз тебе не те уважавам :Ь
Ще ти кажа.. знаеш какво - оригинално е :ЬЬЬ
И имаш грешки ^^
Ма е хубаво

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