Bös Dolch

The dagger slits into the flesh
And the blood drips onto
The dusty hard driven road
A wish of death
Often rushes over me
My soul weeps for eternity
And wails from insanity
The road is hot
The air is dry
Oh how I wish I could die
My brain is shriveling
My flesh is rotting
The road to hell is often too long
My grave is empty
My life is falling in despair
Walking now seems
A big waste of time
I think I’ll sleep
My life to hell instead
Never forget me
Remember my story
For now, and forever
(photo found on Deviantart. com by Myrdah titled Evil Dagger.)


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