She has a broken heart.
shining tear falls down on the black satin of a dress.
Somewhere in the darkroom,
you will find the beautiful women with the broken heart.
She is the princes of the night.
She is the abandon sunset of the sunset.
She is someone who can make you dream.
A red rose is dying in his black vase.
Somewhere between the rememberancesof an golden age,
with the great count of the Will-O'-The-Whispers,
you wil find our precious prinhces of the night.
She is an irresistible beauty.
She is the fairy of the dark desires, but...
She is also fragile and susceptible.
A black gloved hand toughes the cold glas of the window.
Somewhere in the mournroom of the died desires,
a blackdressed woman suffers pain.
She has lost her paradise.
She has a tortured soul.
She has a broken heart.
A teared picture falls down in front of the black boots of a woman.
Somewhere in a cold black world lives
a young princes in banishment.
She is a victime of the egoism of the demigod.
She is suspended from life.
She is convicted to live in sadness.
A sorrowful face of a beauty in the mirror of a black room.
Somewhere on the black cold ground, of a dying land,
left by Venus, lays an abandon beauty, dressed in black.
She is not death and not alive.
She is not glorius nore miserable.
She is suffocating the pain of a broken heart...
Somewhere in the darkroom,
you will find the beautiful women with the broken heart.
She is the princes of the night.
She is the abandon sunset of the sunset.
She is someone who can make you dream.
A red rose is dying in his black vase.
Somewhere between the rememberancesof an golden age,
with the great count of the Will-O'-The-Whispers,
you wil find our precious prinhces of the night.
She is an irresistible beauty.
She is the fairy of the dark desires, but...
She is also fragile and susceptible.
A black gloved hand toughes the cold glas of the window.
Somewhere in the mournroom of the died desires,
a blackdressed woman suffers pain.
She has lost her paradise.
She has a tortured soul.
She has a broken heart.
A teared picture falls down in front of the black boots of a woman.
Somewhere in a cold black world lives
a young princes in banishment.
She is a victime of the egoism of the demigod.
She is suspended from life.
She is convicted to live in sadness.
A sorrowful face of a beauty in the mirror of a black room.
Somewhere on the black cold ground, of a dying land,
left by Venus, lays an abandon beauty, dressed in black.
She is not death and not alive.
She is not glorius nore miserable.
She is suffocating the pain of a broken heart...
30 jul 2006
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