Breakdown

I am tired of repeating the same question… There is only one answer… I lived as an angel among humans… I have planted flowers that have a different fragrance in dry water… That is enough! I do not want to listen to a man who became a part of the wounded past who assassinated my dreams... The color of death paints my life in black. I hope you do not forget your fangs when you see me dying... I want to leave… I do not want to return again.