В субботу сходили в кино. "Жизнь врасплох". То,что заставило задуматься... Любовь самое прекрасное и отвратительное одновременно. Но мы сами опять же делаем выбор. Да, больно когда тебя отвергают. Но так глупо переставать после этого жить.

Virgin - suicide.
What you feel, when you think, how she cryed?
When she took thin long knife to cut down
All her mind. To fill up the bowl
With the blood, which would be colder soon,
And the only bystender was moon...

She had love, and she was innocent,
As a prise for her man. Cos he ment
Everything for her, even her life,
Which was stopped with the thin long cold knife.

She made love for him with all her heart.
Was affraid. But she went for the start...
Little girl... You felt only the pain...
And the start... It was finish. Your gain...

One more soul was burned till the daylight,
Spots of blood on the sheet - price, that took night...
And she's gone to the world with a light.
She's not virgine, but suicide.
(28-30.07.2007)