Blade
I feel the coldness,
metal supstance penetrating my frail body,
I feel the pain,
it pokes me,
from the inside it eats me,
from the outside it kills me.
I feel the warmness from the shed blood,
blood mixed with tears,
the last warmness of life,
i lose the light.
I cannot think anymore,
what was meant to be done,
is done long time ago.
It was done at the time when the cold blade penetrated my weak chest.
Deep slash,
the link between the heart and soul is cracked.
Eruption of red flood,
blood,
creepy warmth before the eternal coldness.
I put an end to the misery and morbidness,
loneliness,
from the miserably lived years.
Cowardly,
yes maybe, but maybe not.
I didin't do that to be judged, sentenced,
cursed and pitied.
This fatal act is my salvation,
my escape from the horrors i lived,
from the terrors, physical and mental.
I did that to free my self,
to free my self from the shackles and chains of the vicious destiny.
I couldn't stand anymore,
too much misery and viciousness gathered in my soul,
the darkness swoop my thoughts,
my spirit faded,
my strenght drained.
Weakness,
impotence,
maybe yes, maybe not...
This much of a hellish burden i carried,
even if i was eternal,
i was going to perish.
The blade is my freedom,
the word is my legacy,
both of them,
appreciate them equaly.
Learn from the words,
remember the blade,
and correct the world for you and for me...
Create and make for you and for me,
make love,
so that my freedom was not futile,
that's how i will win the war,
but i lost the battle,
the war i will win...
My legacy will save me from the eternal OBLIVION.
I feel the coldness,
metal supstance penetrating my frail body,
I feel the pain,
it pokes me,
from the inside it eats me,
from the outside it kills me.
I feel the warmness from the shed blood,
blood mixed with tears,
the last warmness of life,
i lose the light.
I cannot think anymore,
what was meant to be done,
is done long time ago.
It was done at the time when the cold blade penetrated my weak chest.
Deep slash,
the link between the heart and soul is cracked.
Eruption of red flood,
blood,
creepy warmth before the eternal coldness.
I put an end to the misery and morbidness,
loneliness,
from the miserably lived years.
Cowardly,
yes maybe, but maybe not.
I didin't do that to be judged, sentenced,
cursed and pitied.
This fatal act is my salvation,
my escape from the horrors i lived,
from the terrors, physical and mental.
I did that to free my self,
to free my self from the shackles and chains of the vicious destiny.
I couldn't stand anymore,
too much misery and viciousness gathered in my soul,
the darkness swoop my thoughts,
my spirit faded,
my strenght drained.
Weakness,
impotence,
maybe yes, maybe not...
This much of a hellish burden i carried,
even if i was eternal,
i was going to perish.
The blade is my freedom,
the word is my legacy,
both of them,
appreciate them equaly.
Learn from the words,
remember the blade,
and correct the world for you and for me...
Create and make for you and for me,
make love,
so that my freedom was not futile,
that's how i will win the war,
but i lost the battle,
the war i will win...
My legacy will save me from the eternal OBLIVION.