About Death
Land of concrete
Can you feel,
how the air has gotten colder?
Can you see,
How the day has gotten darker?
Tormentend lies,
no point to try,
cant save yourself,
from your tragic goodbye.
Lay down,
in box of frabric,
you'll soon melt away,
in its comfort of maddness,
Deeper and deeper,
they let you go,
soon you'll be trapped in the land of the unknown,
no chance to move,
no voice to speak,
your now part of the world of the concrete,
Not done yet)
by Victoria
