Sour


so it approaches
my final hour
calmly, steady
my soul goes sour

when my night comes
I will not run
I will walk calmly
and be undone

‘couse though it’s sad
it will be clean
there’ll be no rage
to make me scream

and while the night
might scare you bright
it’s lack of want
that brings me freight

so if I die
before I wake
just tell my friends
I lacked my fate

and don’t you shed a single tear
there is no courage without fear

01.04.2015

Hiding-Sad

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