ммм.....а еще я выложу сюда свои жуткие стихи и песни..                                                                                                                               я ведь в группе играю...она правд и на первом дневе есть..ну и пох.....                                                                                                  оно мне везде важно...ведь это мой воздух, мой кислород.....                                                                                                                                                                                                                   в разные моменты творчество разное...                                                                                                                                                            во времена готики - более депрессивное,                                                                                                                                                         во время альтернативы более жесткое, во время эмо более чувственное......вот...постепенно многое чего выложу с разных моментов.... я выкладывала под разными никами на многих сайтах и форумах...

ну вот моя любимая наверное песенка....относится к моему сейчашнему настроению...первоначальная версия аккустическая.....она оригинал...а потом все -таки пошли ударные электро басы клавиши.....может когда нить выложу послухать) а написана она в довольно так жесткий момент.....

The Hour of Truth

Sad little story,
False aspirations:
That will I tell you –
Please sit back
And do listen to me.

You never tell it –
Pleasure from torture,
Lights that went down
And will never be shining again.

You never tell it –
Luck from misfortune,
Lies that have furthered
My demise…

I have seen it in your eyes:
Life might seem to you so nice
But reward always smaller than pains.

I can feel it in my veins:
That your inner soul retains
Tiny portion
Of his memories…

And pass day
And pass year –
I’m still living by my fear
And my heart’s crying out for your heart:

It was him and not me –
“To want to” never’d be “to be”,
For example, in my precious life…

And those lots of mistakes
That I’ve made out of feelings –
The obelisk of black
That has rose in my heart
(Cold heart&hellip)

Is it the end?
So, I have nothing to worry:
I threw my own life
On the altar of Love’s demon!

And those false aspirations,
Pale words of pity,
The biterst of truths is
Better than
The preposterous lie.

You never told it –
Love from betrayal.
My days are few –
That thanks to you…

False aspirations,
Bright words of hatred,
The dreadfulst of truths is
Better than
The nefarious lie.

You never told it –
True love from passion.
I’d fade to black
To never come back…