In my dreams
I see bright colors
Of midnight.
My own fear
Is losing of mind.
What for?
Why did you do it?
Before…
I’ve never been so split.
When you’d gone away
I was lying on the bed.
Yeah, I was so sad
And burning like a flame.
My blood
Was mixed with mud…
Oh, my God
Just help me to get out.
One day my blood will
Spate like river.
And I promise that
You will drown there.
That’s it.
Now we’re even.
You can sit.
I will not try it.
In my dreams
I see bright colors
Of midnight.
My own fear
Is losing of mind.
You was
One of the best friend.
Sorry,
But I prefer the end.