Shivering old man, age of 4 8
Trembling jaws absorbing in a deep pit.
Waddles in rocking chair,
Oh, he’s lonely,
Waiting for his death - lady to come.
She said she's coming
When dark is settled,
When you see the curtains start to bob.
So I’m swaying,
I have no pupils,
I’m not deaf but I can’t hear any sound.
Salving my hands,
Knives are sharpened,
She said she’s coming
Oh, now I am done.
Night is falling,
Doors are open
Creaking I’m your widower
Now is a time for you to kill again.
Now is a time for you to murder me.
Just one wish away and everything will be perfect.
Like the storm that rides the wind and the eyes that can see through and beyond.
Still, this wretched and delicate soul is waiting for the final scar, this one last time.
Washbasin
With hot water,
Few things that I set it up for you.
I’m unshaven,
Would you shave me?
Ahead of mirror
With no existing glass.
So I’m swaying,
I have no pupils,
I’m not deaf but I can’t hear any sound.
Salving my hands,
Knives are sharpened,
She said she’s coming
Oh, now I am done.
Night is falling,
Doors are open
Creaking I’m your widower.
She's bagging have me
And he is fainting,
I use to be your murderer.
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