Why my destiny wants me to die?
Why I tears and pain couldn`t hide?
And the stripes on my face couldn`t dry?
Despite I`ve never people trusted
and didn`t understand you till the end,
You`re the one whom I my heart entrusted
And soul, which was right in my hand.
I won`t return from ashes, will you cry?
Or, maybe, is it easy to forget?
Your dear friend, who`s standing nearby,
Remember - He have made me dead.
He`s greatly kind. I am conceited
He is a hero. I`m a villain.. in a word.
Who any meaning it the living sighted
And don`t accept ideas of the world.
A hero merits glory. Monster - oblivition.
I`m dying in this endless void.
Your crying eyes have showed me your confusion.
«Are you afraid?».You answered me:«I`m not».
If I no longer am your enemy and hater,
You may remember pallid silhouette.
And maybe someday - many years later
You toward Moonshield will extend your hand!
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