Kak sam zaokupljen poslom, spavanjem i ženama nestignem ništa novo napisati. Pa evo malo reciklaže. Napisano u srednjoj dakle prije više od četiri godine, neke čak prije osam. Tadaaaaaam. Pjesme by GroThar. Patetiko ubij me.
It
It is coming, It is coming, It is here
I can hear Its breathing, heavy breathing
I know It can feel and even smell my fear
to capture my soul It is coming
and I am aware of what follows
terrible, horrible never-ending pain.
It is going to walk me to the gallows
my body and my mind It is going to gain
I can see Its face, which I can not describe
It reached for me, and I am….
Wall
On my birth I was thrown in the mud,
The dark shadow of raven covered me.
And I have sworn it will end in blood.
I could not think and I could not see.
Now I’m dead on the wall of shame,
I was killed by my own flame.
Night and Day
And again the sun rises,
Night is feading away.
Day of happiness my come,
Releasing me from the pain.
Every day is a new hope,
And the night comes again.
