Liryki Szklanego Kruka

SzklanyKruk

Letter to Spectre

Dear Spectre.
I wrote this letter in language of hate,
As my expression of unrealize fate.
I was ending this sentence.

You were killing my dream.
You were making my scream.
Distortioned visions of life,
Are my only hopes of powerless.

Dying demons of my chance,
Frightened senses of mine,
My hated thinks about you,
Are your avenged deeds.

I'm feeling hate to you.
I'm killing you again.
And it repeats itself.

Wish you hate, wish you revenge?
Wish I avenge to your death?
Answer to me, you're nothing,
Before my last wrath.

Comprehend you is a lost time.
Killing you - like realising of fate
Always ending matter.

Dead wishes - Repeled.