Flask


Me with a empty heart
Covered in a filthy flask.
My freedom has long lost
Drowning -Drowning in a melted frost.

Little by little i am dying
More and more i am crying.
No one will come for my escape
But all will come for my grave

A last hope in my eyes
I should give a last try,
Maybe at the end i will survive
Maybe at the end i will survive.

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