Crows have not told me yet
what to wait from tomorrow's day.
I've become quite pessimist
but still hope for brightness and bliss.
Wolves are lying in my cosy bed
they are warm, fluffy and true
they will tear everyone apart
who will try to bring me more pain.
I am not ugly , I am not a beauty queen
but I wish to be worshiped by my man.
I will use potions , poison ,
whatever will give
possibility to be someone here.