When she saw my flame necklace around my neck,
she whispered: But your the devil. I dont want to be
the devil cant you see,i just want to be free and past
out to the other side of the sea,i dont want to swim,
i want to fly in the clear blue sky of the motion thats
in my head,of the buety thats in the world. I want to
be strong but in the same time good.
I dont want to ekspress my dark side of me,
i want to revive the goodnes,of whats left in me,so
i can show the people that not all devils can be bad,
esspecialy the ones that makes the heartbeat mad,
when they see the buetyfull woman in there eyes,
and in that moment they will realise,that is better
to love than to be pretending descise, on which your
not, and be more like god, which he created the buety
in the world,to adore,like they saw an angel for the first
time and she showed him the way to the good path,and
not the dark one,that can only the unhearted ones cant defined.
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