Death is a fairytale
in which me and you are living together,
more after "forever happy"... and after the first morning after the end...
Death is a fairytale,
painted icon,
picture of a witch,
mercy bringer,
for eternal peace in my soul,
I send endless prayers somewhere in the Infernals...
Death is a fairytale,
my face written all over,
with an ink of a mirror,
empty and silent,
faint,
simple,
(in)existance... wandering in the night...
Death is a fairytale,
I am the author,
with pain of the pen,
from the desperation of the paper,
I'm telling a tale of a dead heart...
Death is a fairytale,
I,
the narrator,
in one living act,
there is no dialogue,
only first person dying...
Death is a fairytale,
hundred times told,
in thousand memories witnessed,
in billion tears cried,
never,
and never was,
that much desired...