автор: Crusader_

На Щ - за това, че е тази която е и за още много неща


I yet again
open at the closes
I feel the pain
of shattered roses

My quill is breaking
my heart is slow
My blood ain`t pumping
i can`t let go

I can`t defend
from demon woken
My shield is splintered
my sword was broken

The picture drown
(with broken quill)
Of soul that`s torn
is lying still

No shame in crying
my tears - red
The rose that`s bloody
I can`t forget