Broken and torn by this cruel world
I lie beyond the fields of dirt and snow.
All my life is one big dissapointment,so
Death -is the only way to end my sufferings...
My family and friends shouldn't cry for me;
This funeral 'll set 'em all free.
Night is coming,dark clouds fill the sky,
The end is near,soon I'll see the light.
To my cold grave
I make my final step
For lying and rotting
This is my sweet
And peaceful cradle
Where I'll lie
Forever
Tears on their faces
Mixs with heavy rain.
Silly,useless speeches
And Her eyes full of pain;
The Black Angel told me:
"You both shall meet when moon
Will rise above the Wasteland
Of Broken Dreams"
To My Cold Grave
© Copyright: Новожилов Никита, 2014
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