Every where i go,
death follows me,
his accomplice on his shoulder,
waiting for a feed.
The blood raven calls,
“your soul is mine to keep.”
my heart grows cold,
and my eyes begins to weep.
Infected with a darkness that none can understand,
death offers me asylum in a dark and foreign land,
a land full of souls, just as lost as mine
stuck in the dark for an endless lenghth of time
The raven calls again.
“Please accept our offer, friend,
you’ll be with your own till the passage of time ends.”
And with that final word, they return to their land.
The offer on the table and […]
