My soul rests on the grave
Beyond which a dead lives in his sleep
Inhaling is painless here
The cold yard permits no flesh.
Dead I was from the moment
When life began to play chess
Killed my armies, slaved my queen
Chained my king, turned my kingdom to ashes.
Who knew when I opened my eyes
Into the holy mother’s warm lap
When I was cherishing the happiness
Life would leave me so soon in darkness.
Numb from inside, forced to hold on
I had to embrace the dark
I sipped the poison, breathed the dark smoke
Soaked my skin with the blood of the devil in hell.
You call me a misanthropic
Accuse that I’m paranoid
You’ve never gone through the pain
That prevails upon me to die.
So I walk through the road of thorns
I smile fake while shedding tears
And wait for the moment when
I’ll lie under the rain and prone to death.