O midnight thought,
thought of defeat!
Quick
like lightning
and sharp like a naked knife
gleaming before the stab.
I clench it in my palm,
swing with it
at myself,
right into my heart.
Heavenly River
AuthorBlaže Koneski
O midnight thought,
thought of defeat!
Quick
like lightning
and sharp like a naked knife
gleaming before the stab.
I clench it in my palm,
swing with it
at myself,
right into my heart.