Mad And Sad Lovestory Poem by Matej Becvar

I must be mad,
You were to bad,
But my lust,
Burned angel wings to dust.

I wasn't your boy,
Only worthless toy,
I was so blind,
With corrupted mind.

That wasn't fine,
I was your's but you wasn't mine,
I try to understand,
Without holding your hand.

So tell me why,
I have to die,
You have broken my will,
And now I'm ill.

This is incurable plague,
I'm drowning in the lake,
So tell me why,
Have you let me die