quinta-feira, agosto 26, 2004

LAST VERSE


The time has come
for my eternal sleep
nothing else can be done
for I feel so weak

I throw back the stone
at whom wanted me hurt
sorrows I want none
when I rest in the earth

It is part of the game
or maybe I’m mad
that although I feel pain
I’m no longer sad

And with this last verse
I bid you farewell
leaving here this curse:
rot you all in hell



Laudanum Nociva
26.8.2004


PS: I meant well! ;-)