The moon never shines, nor the stars gleam
The night is dull, not even a dream
My boat is oar-less, stranded at sea
No rescue party, but I’m happy it’s just me
This pit of destruction, I’ve dug for myself,
It is my new home, it is my whole wealth
The happiness found, in gloom and whisper
A million things tried, but only, to miss her
The mountains are calling, the air is fresh
Why is she all, that’s ever on my breath
The time has come to end it; three paths are ahead
Life, or death, or misery, my heart will never feel fed
…………………..
…………………..
I choose death and make it quick
Now it’s over, she was my sick.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
The moon never shines, nor the stars gleam
The night is dull, not even a dream
My boat is oar-less, stranded at sea
No rescue party, but I’m happy it’s just me
This pit of destruction, I’ve dug for myself,
It is my new home, it is my whole wealth
The happiness found, in gloom and whisper
A million things tried, but only, to miss her
The mountains are calling, the air is fresh
Why is she all, that’s ever on my breath
The time has come to end it; three paths are ahead
Life, or death, or misery, my heart will never feel fed
…………………..
…………………..
I choose death and make it quick
Now it’s over, she was my sick.
