One day I was so fucking bold and brave
To come across your nasty silent grave.
I think of it and every time I cry
But no one knows I've wanted you to die.
I caught you weak, I caught you screaming
Can you please tell me, what is the sense of living?
You've met my hands, you've met my force
It was the wedding
and the divorce.
I saw your friends, they told me you were dead
It seemed they haven't even met you yet
We'll meet each other soon on the reunion
But now I'm here crying on the funeral.
My fault was not the murder, it was time.
You were so beautiful and now you look like slime.
And sorry you have met my knife
But you don't mind now. Do you mind?
The Death Poem
© Copyright: Станция Ватерлоо, 2014
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