Repose

Who ever said this was suicide hexed my life
Blindfold my eyes then slip away
as you pull the knife out
You led the Gestapo to me
Bruise my senses the blame is on us now
This does not exist
The winter reminds me of everyone who will soon freeze
The scene that the vultures picked clean
The stinking corpses
The blame is on us now
This is not the end of it