Tým z vás, ktorým sa páčil “ANVIL”,sa bude určite páčiť aj táto. Je rovnako “tajomná”, má rovnaký otáznik na konci – a má o niečo tragickejší priebeh, ktorý na tajomnosti ešte pridáva. Je kratšia ako bolo posledných pár pred ňou (a určite sa nechytá na Anvil), ale bola super sranda ju písať. Želám pekný umelecký zážitok :)
A MAN CAME TO MY DOOR
One windy summer night
a man came to my door.
He walked directly up to me
and blood spilled on the floor.
I shortly found myself
in a pool of my own blood.
To myself I quietly whispered:
This is my end.
Oh my god.
The world started fading, right before my eyes.
Though I didn’t feel any pain.
“So this is it like when man dies.”
He stood there without motion, watched me slowly drain.
I couldn’t move there, on the ground,
I saw the bottom of his black coat.
Then I heard the creepy sound
of blood flowing through my throat.
He didn’t say a word, he was standing still.
My senses kept on fading, the blood kept to spill.
I never get to know why he came to me that day.
But then in the end, it’s not important anyway.
All my life spinned in my head,
What did the man come to me for?
I had no time anymore.
I was already dead.
One windy summer night
a man came to my door.
I fell asleep.
But waked no more.
