I Am, If I Think About It Poem by Dan Uriel

the deep, who lives in that love, and fires
what fire, what kind of drawn swords
see this happy I am, if I think about it
the stubborn drug in the world who love

the art of dusting of decay testify to him
while your dart in and lied to the clock
pleasant stockings eyes when a rundown
will the hugs forever are torn but I`m not a fool

and although it was not lethal dear
but I want it to be fatal sentence pain
when people have empty pains
when you do not love me as yourself

let me show my love or revenge
and I will be a shadow uneasily afraid
from whom you hope will not be penalized
so do not let me die, as long as you live