Tell me, what have you done?
You claim you wanted me to be nearer to you,
But you made me wishing to be gone,
And I don’t want anything to do.
You claimed you give me light
But never asked me if I need it or not.
And you imposed me hatred to Night.
And hating my pain, you left me to rot.
I was seeking a new place for my soul to be,
I still was trying to believe but failed
When the present you gave to me
Was a sharp knife so skillfully veiled.
But I dreamed so long and patiently of death,
So I accepted this gift with no hesitation
And I let your knife into my heart with passion.
Joyfully I damned you, then I fell with no breath.
What Have You Done?
© Copyright: Демон Осени, 2007
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