The consequences of your disrespect

Василий Белоусов
I hate your pretensions
I had it enough.
And I’ll make a confession
That there is no any love.

Don’t scream at me now,
Stop making me angry.
You wanted to kill me. But how?
If I had a knife with a fury.

You’re lying on the floor
So beauty but cold.
I couldn’t take it much more
I know it’s my fault.