Dark Funeral

Dark funeral

My life is like a broken record repeating itself over and over again

I try to be the commander of this wreck for a ship, but there’s nothing to gain

Life is like a boat that is burning. I try to sail but the winds wreck my last sail

All what’s in it is despair and pain. I try to reach solid dry land but I’m doomed to fail

I cast my last net into the enormous sea

Hoping to find someone, Yet loneliness is all I see

(thoughts)

The scars of life have done my body pretty well

Manipulated like a pendulum between heaven and hell

I’ve been cast into the world of hardship and despair

Yet, one piece of my heart life pledged not to spare

I feel like a headless horseman searching aimlessly

And the beast that lurks inside demands revenge unfortunately

I am unable to choose between what I think and what I want

Yet the terrifying memories of the cold past will remain to haunt

I try to scream but no one seems to hear!!

And you dare to claim this home here??

I stare at the broken mirror that lays on the floor

But my scarred reflection stares back asking for more

Into the storm I surrender my body and soul

To the night rider I cast myself into the black hole

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The clouds darken announcing: my life is coming to an end

My past and I will sail towards the dark mist and thou’ shall blend

So long my friend let the sea swallow me and the past up

Tonight I repay I debt. And my body it shall rip up

Now I hear my true calling

As I watch the light fading

This is the night when all angels cry

As they fall with their wings burning unable to fly (a song by ktypteria)


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jacobt2 7 years ago

very well written. nice work


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Uriel 7 years ago from Lebanon Author

Thanks Jacob for your lovely commment!

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