Running To The Grave
A
Anil Kumar Panda
0
Altın Yaprak
Wake up
Heart heavy with pain
Afraid of things to come
Bad and unexpected
Life has become a bed
Of thorns
Make me to bleed
Sleeping or walking
It is always dark outside
Afraid to open the windows
The wind brings tales of
Broken love from old home
Only a few days left
The life line is running dry
Across the palm
Spring will make flowers
To bloom inside the grave
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş