Robert

I enter the cold room silently
Carefully in a good mood today
I am alone and yet i feel the
Cold air surrounding me
The gloves envelop my hands i see him
Lie there pale and facing
The tiled wall

A little dish made from polished steel
Shimmers on the small table
His heart is in it glistening and wet
But cold and fresh nonetheless
Mustn't torture myself to much
The soul has left

The tears will not flow until the visit
But of that I'm not certain
I am, I am not ready to act
Who knows who loved him was it a curse
Someone knows but it's not me
Someone knows but it's not me



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Writer(s): Johaua Zettler
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