Fuck death...

4 years and one million tears on your grave



The journey to your grave is filled with
torture the wind whips my lips as i strive to
reach the world you left

Something about the soaked roses
on your gravestone,
Gives away the fragrance of your breathe.
I breathe in the sooty cries you broke ,

Its not over, 4 years and its never over
Voices of complaint runs me down,
it awakes sorrow in my flesh
I can´t hear you are you watching
wastin immortal tears on my bounded soul

Yerning has become my name
in this faded summer,
I forgot my future in this dark direction,

We all saw love, stay so so so lonely
numb to these falls, time dosent even blink
it destroys me with shallow beats

Wake up, to my bitterness
The world is no longer our guest
demand your love, return to my air
4 years spin so fast,
and one million tears drip so slow



Written by Josefine

by brokenguilt
posted on 03/04/2008