
At first we met
after her funeral.
I came from the bar...Wasted
In the dead of the night
you woke me up.
You passed the bottle
and said that it´s time to
meet my final friend.
Straight to the reapers arms.
The next time you came
I already knew something about you.
You came to my nightmare
and wanted to keep me in sleep.
I grasped for air and tried to scream
but in vain.
You promised me something
to be seen at the third time we meet.
Straight to the reapers arms.
No, no more pain never again.
No, no more joy never again.
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