monsters of the night
Monsters of the night
I’m talking to my friends,
we talk and talk and talk.
About everything we do.
About everything we feel.
But there’re some things I’ll never tell them,
there’re things they wouldn’t understand.
Things I see when I dream,
things where I’m afraid of.
Sometimes it’s all so realistic,
that I wake up screaming.
My blankets full of sweat,
and I’m shaking like I’m sick.
I’m peering into the darkness,
waiting for my monsters.
I know they’ll come again,
I just don’t know when.
Every night I’m scared,
for something that isn’t real.
I slowly going mad,
And that thought is killing me.
I’m talking to my friends,
we talk and talk and talk.
About everything we do.
About everything we feel.
But there’re some things I’ll never tell them,
there’re things they wouldn’t understand.
Things I see when I dream,
things where I’m afraid of.
Sometimes it’s all so realistic,
that I wake up screaming.
My blankets full of sweat,
and I’m shaking like I’m sick.
I’m peering into the darkness,
waiting for my monsters.
I know they’ll come again,
I just don’t know when.
Every night I’m scared,
for something that isn’t real.
I slowly going mad,
And that thought is killing me.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| AmaranthA: | Maandag, juni 07, 2004 20:43 |
| zeer mooi, het heft iets vindt ik, voel me speciaal als ik het lees, iets mysterieus. x |
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| Fading Away: | Zondag, juni 06, 2004 10:47 |
| *Monsters of the night* wow, treffende titel.. ik vind je Engels ook erg mooi, en ik moet zeggen: ergens is het herkenbaar voor mij.. Veel liefs, hou vol, Fading Away |
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| Auteur: Julietje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 juni 2004 | ||
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