Something bad around me now.
I’m affraid of fall to the ground.
I want quit, but who tell me, how?
I’m spreading my darkness all over around.
You can fly like innocent bird
To escape from survivorless war.
I can fight, but will have no reward.
He destroyed my soul to the core.
Bad Fluides
© Copyright: Антон Викторович Вильгоцкий, 2006
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