It's hard to breathe
when heavy thoughts lie down
on my chest and start
to struggle against my life.
They let me see clear
my life's only balancing,
nearly falling of the knife
that's keeping last and least
but cuts too deep
and so much red runs down my wrist.
If you lean on me
you will fall
I can't hold you,
can't hold me,
can't hold myself
onto this world anymore.
And there's no way to escape,
no tomorrow to follow,
black roses are dying
and my heart's stuttering.
My only friend, the death
arrives and takes my bloody grounded soul
into his arms to hug it tight,
I feel my bones crushed,
my body bruised.
A parasite inside of me
makes me think of bitter things,
shows me again my dark past
uses me like a tool
and everything I'm sure of leaves.
Between stones and bricks
my body rests and faints.
The cold black welcomes me lovely
it nearly feels
like coming home.
If you lean on me
you will fall
I can't hold you,
can't hold me,
can't hold myself
onto this world anymore.
And there's no way to escape,
no tomorrow to follow,
black roses are dying
and my heart's stuttering.
My only friend, the death
arrives and takes my bloody grounded soul
into his arms to hug it tight,
I feel my bones crushed,
my body bruised, but
If I go, will you follow?
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