Last Confession

At the beginning of the day
You woke me up and took away
Into the gulf of love and passion
But it was my concession.

My soul was like a dirty whore,
Whom you can buy behind the store.
You made her lick your neck, your back, your soul,
But she was just a little girl, whose minds were foul.

And I’m so close to the edge of life:
One step
One move
One breath.
But I feel coolness of the knife:
One blade
One glance
One death.

Warm blood is dropping on the floor,
My soul became a truly whore.

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