I saw you standing on the highest rock, you was on the top of it and you was ready to fly into the eternity … Your wings were black and fluffy, they were trembling in the wind … and I knew that in the next minute you would be gone with all your sins and sorrows ! Oh, I need you so ! You was like a Dark Sad Angel and you had no fear for Death … Suddenly you buried your face into your arms and I heard your scream, and it was full of sadness and pity .
I called your name … but it seemed like whisper that was blew with the light breath of the wind. You didn’t hear me. Oh, my Lord ! What I’m gonna do without you ! Yes, I’ll climb this rock and I’ll reach you whatever it costs me ! I’m going up and I know that it’s hard , my palms are bleeding , the pieces of the ground fall into my eyes, I can’t see – I’m blind , but he doesn’t even notice me – he is so proud of the coming of his Death !
Finally, I succeeded – I’m on the top and only a few meters apart us … I walk through the dark and my wounded hands touch His shoulders …I’m reaching out his wings and longing for every their feather … Yes, He has to die !!! Now I’m in his strong and sweet embrace , I feel his soft skin and warm sensual lips are kissing my lips … His kiss so strong – I know that my mouth is full of our blood, it tastes like divine red wine and this feeling turns us on ! But we have to die !!! I feel that Death is coming … even in his arms I know that our Death is waiting for us behind our backs.
… and he says : “Let’s die right now !!!” – it sounds like an order for me and we hold each other stronger and stronger … We jump off the rock … I feel his black wings wrapping around my whole body … it is our last moment on this cursed earth and eternity waits for us ! Our hearts are full of joy and bliss … so, we are dying in the name of our Greatest Love !
* Ýòî ïðåêðàñíîå è ñîâñåì íå ñåðüåçíîå ñî÷èíåíèå áûëî ìíå íàâåÿíî îäíîé èç ÷óäåñíåéøèõ ïåñåí “HIM” ñ îäíîèìåííûì íàçâàíèåì â îäíó òåìíóþ è õîëîäíóþ íî÷ü. Òàê ÷òî íå âîñïðèíèìàéòå åãî êàê äåéñòâèòåëüíîå îæèäàíèå ñìåðòè. “Âñå ïåðñîíàæè âûìûøëåíû è ëþáîå ñîâïàäåíèå ñ ðåàëüíûìè ëè÷íîñòÿìè ìîæíî ñ÷èòàòü ñëó÷àéíûì ñîâïàäåíèåì”, òàê, êàæåòñÿ, ïèøóò âî âñåõ ôèëüìàõ ? Ïðîñòî çàêðîéòå ãëàçà è ïðåäñòàâüòå ñåáÿ íà ìîåì ìåñòå !
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