~ and screaming as loudly as possible with a torn conscience ~
.... and I asked my little heart ........
~ if all black suffering will end? ~
~ Like a black-winged angel depicted on the past in my black and white canvas ... with blood-red brush is engraved in my soul ~
~ Why everything should be etched like an endless path ~
~ Without a dream and the good old days ~
~ Wantid eliminate my only, my existence is meaningless ~
~ Like the black angels that fell on the ends of the earth with wings that fall ~
~ And disappeared forever into the night ~
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