The last time
The день was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked by the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, или maybe even еще than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Пианино before and since I had the moon light sonata by Beethoven have to play to hear it was one of my Избранное pieces.
His fingers glided over the keys decided that he had never done anything else than playing the piano.
I started to cry and the rain grew stronger, as if he was crying with me. I now had to acknowledge that our paths have separated. He was one день suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. I knew that this was the best for him and that it would be better for him with his father in Aachen as his mother, who lived probably still be in this house, but the tears would not stop. Had I been able, I would have followed him to Aachen, but I could not, however, and could not do anything. I was sure that his mother had seen me, because her son had been away since they often sat by the window and looked out the knew everyone in the neighborhood, but if she regretted her actions and her son missing, was that even after many years, a mystery.
One last time I looked up at the old house and walked away, wohhl knowing that the last time was.
The день was gray and it was raining outside. There were hardly any people seen on the streets, but I ran, soaked by the rain, down the street. I walked toward a house, but went unnoticed on the opposite side of the street. I looked up to the building and reminded me again at that time, to events to which I recalled many years later. It is in this house he lived not too long ago. Whether we were just friends, или maybe even еще than that, I still do not know. I called me back the memory of an evening that was not even long ago. We were in his room and he played me on the Пианино before and since I had the moon light sonata by Beethoven have to play to hear it was one of my Избранное pieces.
His fingers glided over the keys decided that he had never done anything else than playing the piano.
I started to cry and the rain grew stronger, as if he was crying with me. I now had to acknowledge that our paths have separated. He was one день suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. I knew that this was the best for him and that it would be better for him with his father in Aachen as his mother, who lived probably still be in this house, but the tears would not stop. Had I been able, I would have followed him to Aachen, but I could not, however, and could not do anything. I was sure that his mother had seen me, because her son had been away since they often sat by the window and looked out the knew everyone in the neighborhood, but if she regretted her actions and her son missing, was that even after many years, a mystery.
One last time I looked up at the old house and walked away, wohhl knowing that the last time was.
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
Here I spread the Цвета of my life
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire
They sound like a tune of fife
They always closed me in a dark room
I put on my headphones, enjoyed & played the boom
It's so boring to just see the sky
Today I decided I'll go and fly
Eveyones mind is full of depressions
But mine is full of imaginations
I changed the dark night into shining sequins
And the heap into beautiful fragrance
I don't want Ты to make my hair a mess
Cause I'm wearing the tiara to be a princess
My passion, my obsession, my desire
Don't interfere in between или I'll blow Ты up with flames of fire