Der Todesking

by Jakub   May 27, 2008


There's no beauty
in making decision
on behalf of Grim Reaper
about when weill meet her

no noblity
or angelis halo
In cold move
cutting our lifeis line

the King sees everything with his sad eyes
naked abandoned walls
muted silence of quiet breaths
power of souless emptiness
and lack of warm touch

and begins to cry himself
aware of his karma
As denialis witness
redeemer for surrenders
Begging for being discharged
From this world...

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