a misty day, the silence's clear
and on the empty lines lies fear
the crow caws after lifeless word
my friend is dead, so is the world..

so someone shouts - he is dead!!!
and on the sheet lies lifeless noise
and my pen becomes so mad
while writing lifeless poems.

so somebody is dead. I have something to write about.
and lifeless poems on the dead paper to develop

the silence breaks, becomes so weak
i write 'bout death, it makes me sick
and inspiration takes my breath
and spangles sparkles
oh god, I always need a death
to be a poet

and after all - dark silence comes
no more deaths and no more suns
nobody's dead - nothing to write about
without the death i cannot shout