I Shall Die In This Rain

by Konsta   Mar 27, 2006


I let my skin taste the cold steel,
Again, how long has it been?
Since the last time,
I have seen,
The blood of mine,
Dropping like wine.

Now the blood starts to flow,
Too fast, it starts to be quite a show.

I think about my life,
Everything I had to strife,
For nothing at all,
Only pain and no love,
It's like sitting on a hot stove.

I fall to the floor alone,
miles away from home.

I let myself slip away,
Not like anything may,
Keep me living, I don't wanna stay,
to be hurt again,
everything would be in vain,
no more pain,
I shall die in this rain.

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