but i ain't feeling, any of them
cold and fierce is my grief
for the long last life of mine
Come in with your scythe
take my soul back to the dead
put me down, time to sleep
no time to waste on Earth
A man with black hood
dark red eyes surround me
as if you were trying
for the very first time
to see the meaning of my essence
Dear Death, would mind coming early?
people ask me of christmas,
of happiness and misery
as if i know the difference
in my twisted dark thoughts
Wind full of emotion
awakes my dreams
leaving the velvet of death
hanging by threads
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| Animals hear Death's skythe scratching the floor.May the can see it as well. |
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