Where are you now? I can't find you here. I sit by your side; there's no heat. But everything must pass on, death's last custom. I hurt and betrayed you in my ugly game. The price is so high with the heart at a doorway. The bitter feeling of hate, myself always tormented. In the cruel clutches of death, the sorrow hewed at the string. Already miss you and call you my love. I try to stand up straight, but I know I'll end alone. Because the black hatred in the heart is our Lord, The supply of life has fallen into a coma. Given up completely, the struggle died, now I crawl on my knees. On a knife's blade dancing wobbly and sore.

shamans 22 Feb 2015