| Angel
I’m looking at the sky.
And what I see? I see the Sun
I see clouds I see… Angel…
Am I crazy? I don’t know.
Am I too young to see the sky?
But why I see Angel?
I think, that it’s a sign.
But to die or to live?
Is it good or wrong?
Do you know?
But what does it mean?
It’s not a sky… I’m looking into the mirror
I don’t understand, I’m not an Angel…
I’m a tear of Evil, I’m blood of Lay.
I’m eyes of Pain, I’m touch of False.
But you saw an Angel in me
You said, that I’m more beautiful than rose,
Wilder than wolf…
You saw love in me. Thanks for that, but you don’t have right. I’m just a paint…
But not a live…
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