Under the ground in the graves they´re sleeping. These ones who are released. Released from the pain of living Released from the confusion and loudness of living. Crushed over them down. They were laying under these whights of life. Crying... Till the first one decided To start his end. Two souls in one body were fighting. The first one was fighting for life The other one lived for the death. But he saw, the second one will win. Darkness whispered: Come in ! And so he finished the last pain! And was released. Freedom... Peace... Today he´s happy Walks through heaven And is lucky about his death...
Reason for writing:
dedicated to Ili
Birth sign: Not entered
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