Early depression
Longing in the darknest corner,
Searching the light that never fades...
Should I keep this depression forever
Or may I and it with the blade.
I want to fall in hundreds of pieces.
As my weak body turns into darkness.
When I see the rotting faces,
Noone cand help me, just Your embrace!
Tell me that you want this too,
To love me and hate me through
My eyes and my whole body.
I don`t want this melancholy!
Hope that death will solve this pain,
I don`t want to suffer again,
The cold knife will cut my veins
And will turn my blood to eternity.
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no words are spoken, but the world is broken...
Dunkelheit (#348159)
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