Varg Brav
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Till de mörkaste kammare av liv
jag beger mig på min sorgefärd
med såriga fötter och händer
krälar jag under negativitetens fana
det jag såg tvingade mig
tvingade mig till undergång
i livets mörkaste kammare frodas jagv
i negativitetens tecken krälar jag
doften av död svärmar likt flugor genom mina sinnen
doften av mig selv
förrutnelse väntar min veka kropp
glömskan mitt medvetende
själars tragedi
kroppslig destruktivitet i förtvivlan
depression
Lake
Copyright Varg Brav
I stand on the shore,
to the lake of sorrow.
The stones are slippery,
from the blood i spilled in vain.
Will my soul keep on fighting?
I stand on the shore,
to the lake of sorrow.
Memories of past.
Pain of mind.
I cant swim,
im floating to sink.
in the lake of sorrow.
My soul is failing.
Tears
Copyright Varg Brav
what have i done wrong?
all the tears i once shed…
coming back
to hold me once again…
in time
in darkness
no one understands but me
o, deep dark ocean of tears
release me from this pain
from this night
from this
life
Fading Mist
Copyright Varg Brav
set me free
couse i will fall
and drown
amongst the black swans
in the dark lake
happiness will never rise
yet, i hope for a better life
set me free
free from myself
with anger
with pain
i walk, step by step
closer and cloer to the end
as i see the mist fade away
my strenght leaves my body
and i fall
i cant move, i cant lift my arms
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