Basnicky.sk

Cold hands open, freezing palms
you are slowly bleeding

from my arms


Harvest of this night, dark and pure
shackals of death creeping in

for us they wait and lure






Doorbell still quiet

Blank light dying inside the lamp
If we hear them coming
then lets just jump...


Dawn burst in tears
Through me she had died in every step she heard
sang up to the night together
one last more time...


While longing for the morning
to collect me
I drowned in her solid tears