Thursday 28 December 2017

GLOOMY SUNDAY || A SONG OF SUICIDE



Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless


Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you


Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you


Gloomy Sunday


Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all


Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go


Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you


Gloomy Sunday


Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here


Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin' you
How much I wanted you


Gloomy Sunday

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