Author of quotes: Marie Drops

Words fly away into the abyss.
I am no longer able to breathe.
Between us, the fire and lust
Cold wildly bed.
Eyes cut through the soul,
Well, enough pity me.
You tomorrow I need you,
Today I'm going to be sick.
Yesterday you were silent, an infection.
The wine I drank alone,
You answered me immediately,
With thee was the wife.
She's such a fool
Dust your chews.
One on the balcony smokes,
He and all the other ***et.
Yesterday I loved you,
Today, again, wine,
And tomorrow, the bed is cold,
And the wind spits in the window.
You'll need someone,
Because the walls are silent again.
The wife sets the dinner
Your placing of the girls...

I do better in silence dies,
Than to hear the confession of unbelievers.
Than to shamelessly howl at the moon
In the arms of the night to cut the prisoners.