The faintest memories
Of your warm cold hands...
If just to say hello my friend, across the...
I wrote this poem for you and not to say goodbye...
Late at night I lay in my bed and think of how my...
It's impossible to say.
how it felt...
Look.............that is my dead body
still lying on the bed...
There is always something evil lurking around my...
Everyone can sense it. Screams are constantly...
As my eyes close for the final time
And the soul leaves this body of mine...
The black hearse has been sent
it's parked in a white tent...
Watch,
as in my eyes the light...
As a child they tell you to say your prayers
Every night before you go to bed...
I'm holding you,
loving you...
Everyone is calling
calling not to find out whether I'm okay...