Desires For Death
Something inside me is yurning
lifleless breath i'm learning
bloody palms
the cold nights are calm
but heres my alibi!
but heres my alibi!
I fear her name..
I fear her name..
DEATH! DEATH!
I have come up with reason
not to go along with her words
so i put this down on paper
but so deep that nothings much safer
the great heroine of each
the pain grows inside me like a leach
she likes my pain
but i'm insane
how can it be so right
but all along so wrong
I fear her name..
I fear her name..
this is nothing but her game
her name is death
but i'm so cold
dead with no soul
she eats at my heart
with 30 seconds left to life
she's way to smart
she knows your name
she has my name
death is silence
its what i fear
for its the last name you'll hear
i have problems my dear
winter nights
she fears thes heights
she may be deaths kiss
and there's nothing to miss
her name is DEATH!
what is her game
bloodshed rain
so cold and in pain
i understand what this true pain is
waking up without a soul;
existing forever, but always alone
i know where sorrow is born
in icy depths of mans empty heart;
her spirit of love to tear apart
i see misery in every face
knowing no mercy, nor joy, nor peace;
only death can bring them ease
i hear loathing in every word
ever breath a burning pain;
lies, deciet, and wraths distane
i feel hat inside all mankind
rotting filth, disease decay;
in ther deffense, nothing to say
i taste the rotten flesh of skin
toxic putrescense, bitter and vile;
evil by nature, the mind of a child
i am the truth in all that you feel
my humanity stolen, compassion gone;
i am that which you know is wrong
i am in misery and darkness complete
knowing no other than that of my soul;
destined for solitude, i am always alone
Copyright © Patrick Nonnemacher | Year Posted 2020
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