IRC-Galleria

I sit on the edge of my bed now
And light a cigarette again

I look above at the gray sky
And once again I wish I was dead

I think it´s going to rain

Plant the seeds of a new beginning
I will no longer hurt you
With indolence I feed the feeling
Self-inflicted pain
I wish I could disappear
Something is burning in me
I no longer hear your call
I think of death as my dear friend
Lay down to eternal sleep
The rain is pouring down again