I'm leaving strongest traces
in my own growing space
I'm hurrying to the places
where I have left my face
places where I've lost my shadow
where I've gave my heart to Her
in search of my Black Widow
feeling my life's worth
catching Her eyes in the mirrors
crying as she passes by
fighting against my fears
stepping on chosen path till I die
leaving everywhere dots in red
from injuries I've made by myself
lying alone in mad sleepless bed
and watching the firing hell
and hearing the angel's laughter
blinded as they ugly smiles
I don't know what will come after
I'll make for Her my last try
Her lips are fading behind me
muted voice's whispering "goodbye"
She is a bird that must fly free
and I am the one who can't fly
Дениска Зверёк Яковлев
http://www.stihi.ru/2007/12/28/1283