Every day I have to fight for life
But what my heart has got-
Is nothing but a knife
The purest solitude I won
Kills me every time and resounds
In each of all the wounds
The only prize is hearty welcome
To all the basements of Hell
Silence, faith and hope as well –
I thought that I could find
But tortures of the Devil showed
That yet I have been blind
I see, the time spent on curing pain
Was time I lost in vain
I expected my heart could recover
But all these illusions
Were killed by songs of my dieing lover
So tell me, what’s going on?
Why did all the hearts turned into stone?
Why do hundreds of suffering souls
Just keep on crying alone?
Why hollow hearts are yet not punished
For the absence of compassion?
Why did I (the scared victim!)
Manage to lie when I said:
“I don’t want to die!”?
Fight For Life
© Copyright: Демон Осени, 2007
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