Alone And Afraid. Poem by Jonas Larsen

I'm alone, I feel nervous, and god.. I'm afraid.
I should never have signed up, for this godless crusade.
My only real frind, is my sword, oh my blade.
With that by my side, I can still masquerade.

Smile to my friends, and act like it'll be fine.
Just laugh and nod, whenever they incline.
But tomorrow I'll be done, dead or alive.
In this world, I'll never really thrive.

So now I cross my fingers, think about tomorrow.
And that just another day, from god I can borrow.
Will I survive? I'm not really sure.
But for my sorrow, there'll never be a cure.

My eyes are closing, I think it's time to sleep.
God why is this life, so hard, oh so steep?