2.06.2021 г., 22:24 ч.

Strigoi Susurri IX.XIII.2016 

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No energy in me remain,
Is only darkness all around;
My sorrow vanish in a pit of pain -
The key to light was never found.
A vile whisper in the brain
Reduce ability to vindicate;
Dark growing crimson stain
Alluding an sinister fate.
I feel it - cold white fingers on my shoulder,
And breath from deepest abyss on my throat -
I lose my strenght and I grew older,
And know - Charon is waiting on his boat. ...

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