četrtek, 14. januar 2010

Anger,sadness and hate

Walking through the park
Everything is falling apart
Even the trees are melting down
Feels like I'm losing my crown

The skin burns like there is
So hot in summer but autumn breeze
Freshing my face pured with smoke
Leaves are crying on the highest oak

My heart has been frozen for a long time
Warming up it would be a crime
Killing you people with a sharp knife

Find me if you dare to be killed
There is a lot of blood to be spilled
I am going to destroy another life

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