In Grief - Gyze

I walk this way

The flock of dead is around

I bereave of my mind

Waiting either hell or heaven

The world of the dead

Hope is nil yet

An illusory hope

Terror seized me

I cannot die, I cannot live

I want wings of freedom

I cannot die, I cannot cry

I will strangle me, the hour has come

The hour has come

I see failed goddess

Death is calling me

I’m feeling afraid

Death is calling me

How do you feel?

I feel dead