TIRED
I’m so tired of this life,
Every moment of my shadowy existence,
I’m tortured by dark thoughts,
The knowledge of all my sins,
Witch I had to shrive.
How many people had I killed?
How many lives had I destroyed?
How many souls had I condemned, to eternal darkness?
I don’t know.
I don’t want to know.
You stay there with a gun in your hand,
Your target is my death heart.
I bend myself down to your sweet, red lips –
Just a slightly kiss, tender and smooth,
It makes the sun for me rise.
And my hand lies on yours,
At least it is me,
I pull the trigger.
All I leave behind is a red hat, and your tears on it.
