I lost its purpose, will to strife
I drifted slowly through the dark
With no challenge to embark
Upon this journey to abyss
With no friend, no lover with
My poems were my only door
Through which I ventured onto shore
From seas of troubles to escape
To shout rhyming cry for help
I did not hope to get reply
YOU were my blessing from the sky !
YOU are my angel and my whore
The one to care and adore !
YOU are my spirit and my muse
YOU are my wisdom and my truth
In Russian: ” Ya tebya lyublyu !”
I’ll kill for you, I’ll die for you !