Grave of night

 

 

 

 

There are sad shadows around
like a beggar asking for a soulgift
help me, my Lord, hidden behind dark clouds
I want to touch your wounds
to understand why it's always pain
and why I can't die calmly

But it is always the same
your shutted lips
my open wounds

How to turn a weakness to strenght

when I even don't believe in unbelieving

kiss of Death is as bitter as a kiss of Life

Grave of night where I lay
is covered by huge stone
I don't knock on any door