Demiurg From Laughter To Retching
So comes the night,
no time for rest or sleep
Barricade the door,
tired and weary with hands so sore
Counting bullets,
so many days left in this hell
Days are a haze...
trying to sleep yet getting none
Nights are infernal;
it feels like life undone
They crush and pound,
their cold hands on our door
In greater numbers,
than ever before...
They storm our bastion,
grasping for our souls
Their cold skin...
I feel it in my dreams
A thousand grasping fingers,
choking my dying screams
There's no escape...
Upon this island afar
Seeking shelter in resistance,
just like in my life before
The great escape from another life,
it stranded me in this secluded hell
If I shall die this freezing night...
at least I will do it well
