It seemed to be a rainy Sunday, for me that mean that she wouldn't come, I was at home, looking through the window, trying to find her at the street, but it was raining. I knew it was hard for her coming, after all it was raining. I was there sitting at my armchair, the night was already coming, so I've lighted a candle, not the whole house, because otherwise she could pass by my street and I would be busy with another thing, so I just lighted one candle, actually I really prefer being with less light, I feel more comfortable in that way.
I sat at the armchair again, and put candle at the layover. I was at the living room, the wall were a l
Why do I keep hiding
Behind the mask? Colour black, obviously.
You're no good. Stop lying and trying
You won't deceive me this time.
Stop blinding me
You don't wish any good; you never did- did you?
Simply hunt, destroy, kill from within
The usual stuff... For you
But someday you will run away
Scarred. Scared. Scared from me!
Someday you will want to curse
The days you hid my face. My features. Beautiful features
Kept me in a prison!
In the end- I will win.
Whatever the next fight will be...
I will win it
All that my eyes see
In this future of which I speak
Will be you. Falling down on the ground
Beneath my two feet
All th