When sickness holds
A solemn pact with death
One did fall
Unto sickness
And shivering slumber
Oh heaven above, why
Is woe on misery piled
Under these skies
Should one more of us die?
From darkest skies
This night unfolds
With the most gentle breath
Still does one fall
Unto that good night
From pain ever yonder
On the concrete shade-tendrils
Slowly creep and crawl
By evenfall the shadow-fingers
Point towards the dawn
I watch the insects
Scurrying along the waning light
For them the dark means death
Whereas we hold dear this cover of the night
In these times When sickness holds A solemn pact with death One did fall Unto sickness And shivering slumber Oh heaven above, why Is woe on misery piled Under these skies Should one more of us die? From darkest skies This night unfolds With the most gentle breath Still does one fall Unto that good night From pain ever yonder On the concrete shade-tendrils Slowly creep and crawl By evenfall the shadow-fingers Point towards the dawn I watch the insects Scurrying along the waning light For them the dark means death Whereas we hold dear this cover of the night Explain Request ×
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