'like the blood that flows through my veins
someday it will burst to drown the fierce flames
this love dies in the sun's daylight
as evil poisons and mocks our beautiful sight
what was pure, fresh and determined
becomes distinquished as eaten by the vermit
how can the love flow forth
when everyone wants it go north
where the air is cold and dry
where the pain of passion makes you cry
you know it is over
you know he has gone
you know in the end it wil never be done'

~ marijka ~