De dodenakker

.when I reach your land.will you be out there?I buried the day in that field.and grew my past there. reach.when I reach out my hand.will you be near then?buried myself in that field.I hoped to find you there.when I call out your name.will you appear then?or will it stay silent and will i die alone again?I carried the void.down deep in me.reach.when will I reach.the new morning.the new day.and we will meet.death.the harvest of blood.in our blood.in our eyes.give us.a lamp before our feet.a light before our eyes.give us courage.to live.a life dead inside.there is no end.that we will not reach.