Funeral - Heartache


The winter eats into me 
It snows in my heart 
I always bear my heart 
Naked outside of me 

Like a tingeling bell 
But my heart is not 
Of iron and steel 
Thus, I easily break it 

Thorns, nails and planks 
Stick in the blood (Covering my heart) 

Will I be taken from the shadow of far night 
I am hearing the sounds of death 
Breathing in my ears 

A silence lokes under the wings of a dead bird 
A silence like the quietude of open graves 

I am hearing the songs of the birds no more 
Nor the wind, nor the whistling 
Of my own blood in my ears

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