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Предалагю вашему вниманию свой:

It's my knife.

It's my knife, taken for killing,
For breaking off the life,
For making bleeding.
It's my knife! You'll understand, -
From eught p.m. till five a.m.
It's resting on my cruel hand,
I like this way and each new day
Is just beginning of nightmare.
Into your life I'll bring my dream,
Regardless of your quiet prayer.
It's my knife and you will scream,
Because it's normal state - to scare!

Love is emotion, which I can't remember.
It doesn't matter. I will not surrender!
I'd never felt this sense of living.
Why so? Because I can't believe in.
Let Darkness guide my knife again!
And neither it is snow nor rain,
My hunt is primary objective.
And please don't think that I'm defective!
I want be free from human hive.
And what will help me? It's my knife!
I feel no sorow, I have a groove.
I'm waiting for victims and they move...