Hunted by Death

Slowing down to the lowest ground
where the waters consume and pound

I'm waiting for the deadly moment
to cease my life for this round

Calling to be hunted by death
no one can run from her will
calling for the eternal journey
no one can't come back to earth

Drowning in my own depression
my bitterness losted in passion

I'm withering all roses lefted
I don't need the petty of the rest

Still I hate the sun outside
I wish that tears would run wide
Still I hate then more and more
I wish to see them all fall

By: DarkCapricorn