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Adelina Feb 13
I drink death like wine, to the bottom,
With every cell, every breath.
It beckons me like a star in the night,  
Like a mad love that won't let go.  

I cut the silence like a skin,
Blood is flowing all over the world
Who called me to this world of the dead?

Angels weeping ****** rain,
Their wings are blades, their light is ashes.
The same devil in the mirror, in every corner.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.
Every step towards her is a step into the abyss,  
And only she knows how to burn the soul.  
In every breath, in every step.  
We're all just shadows in her eternal game.
Obsession with death is an eternal sin.  

Even when I'm already dead,
I still didn't sleep well. not good.
Death is in my eyes and her eyes are in my heart.
The light is invisible to you, but you breathe, you breathe.
Death is the beauty that burns in the night,  
In her arms we'll live forever.                                                         ­                                                       Death is always good, like love.
It has its own power, its own obsession,
It's as beautiful as the first snow,
Like a knife that strokes the skin of your palm.
In her arms the age ends,
Eternity in her hands, infinity in the palm of her hand.

The beauty of death is the crunch of bones,
It's a scream dissolved in a dark soul.
No beasts or shadows can be banished here,
nor the angel who has become the infernal ark of sorrow.

Can an angel be cast out of a man
An angel? He is my veins and my blood.
There's a silent darkness in every blow.
Do you hear, Angel? With your wings
You're just as much a demon, just as much fog.
Angels carry death like a secret gift,  
In their wings hides the devil's fear.  
Angels can only carry death
The darkness in their eyes is my vow.
To live, but only by dying. That's the way it is.
Death is my faith, my honor.

Angels are pulling, leading the way,
Their wings are demons, their light is deceit.
The same angel dances with me,
Only to banish him is a bitter fog.
Death is the same as me.

— The End —