You killed me to don't love me

You killed me to don’t love me My life was disheveled, broken, unloved, forgotten, and cleared because the love was spiced and smelled of the smell of corpses. This fragrance is my atmosphere from your memory, the hoped lady We met on a modern train, and our love, life, and children go far away You didn’t give light, I couldn’t it, the dark. Loved far in your heart, graveyard Dear… our stream train is corpses, mass graves. I loved you your sad train Why didn’t this train transform into a white wedding car? Because you are envious, you are gloating, and love my suffering But do not get your hopes up, our wedding waiting for us in Hell I am dead Someone Waiting for you In the Hell