22 Corpses
Smoke fills the air
In closed hearts, in grim souls
Forgetting their past, killing machines
Are born in the night
The ember caught fire again
Fear feeds the lie
Black words written on yellow paper
And the hatred broke through again
See, this is where you've arrived again human
Lying in the mud in the middle of nowhere
No more clouds, no more cold
No more commands no more home no more anger
Just relief, just relief
Don't go further my friend, shout at me and I'll get up
He is a fool who gets up and keeps walking once he has fallen
And as wandering pain moves knee and ankle
But he hits the road anyway, as if wings were lifting him
And despite a ditch is taunting him, he fears to stay
And when you ask why not? maybe he answers
A woman is waiting for him and a wiser, nice death
(Radnóti)
Autor(es): The Citadel
