Наконц-то появились деньги в Интернете. Мысли путаются, поэтому решила выложить мой стих на английском.

She sold her soul to the Dark Lord,

She turned away from this world.

In agony her body writhe,

She’s dying, she can `t breathe.

Her life, her dreams turned into dust,

She will never forget the past.

Lunatic asylum - it will bring her to life.

 Under a bed she hides a knife,

 Doctors call her Devils Bride.

 She reads mysterious books,

 She isn’t afraid how she looks.

 She dresses in black,

 A bite of a vampire on her pale neck.

 She sleeps in coffin,

 On death she’s laughing.

 Lunatic asylum - it will bring her to life.

 Under a bed she hides a knife,

 Doctors call her Devils Bride.