who ever said this was suicide hexed my life.
blindfolded my eyes then slip away as you pull the knife out.
you led the Gestapo to me.
bruise my senses the blame is on us now.
this does not exist.
the winter reminds me of everyone who will soon freeze.
the scene that the vultures picked clean.
the stinking corpses.
the blame is on us now.
this is not the end of it.