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2009-06-06 | |
It was dark
And almost raining
I was going home â€“ at last.
Down the street
His eyes were looking
Full of anger and of hit
I just so the shadow comingâ€¦
Felt a strong approach desire
For my heart, that was on fire.
Sky has fallen
Demons fearless nearly gathered
I was trade apart with hanger.
Heavy weight has presses my chin
Iâ€™m away and I am afraid.
Heavy weather pressed my skin.
But Iâ€™m sure it wasnâ€™t made.
I want home, I want in hell,
I want bless, but itâ€™s in vain
Let me breath, just let me live.
You will die as well, in pain!
Whereâ€™s the sun, where is my brain?
Where are You, to save my soul?
Are You gone away, again?
Are You here or am I gone?
Is black dark, or is dark black?
I want white
I need a light
I have to cry
I wanna DIE!
What do you say?
Wasnâ€™t it rape? Wasnâ€™t it hate?
Werenâ€™t there demons on my grave?
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