An Энджел
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The Энджел knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the Энджел in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The Энджел knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the Энджел in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths
Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind
No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My Поэзия has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My Поэзия has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.
These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.
Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
Ты sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.
Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.
Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
