Run people, run
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Life is wonderfull, it’s great.
Especially when the sun is shining.
As long as people ignore the alley, it'll be fine.
They're afraid of what lives there.
She’s wandering there for days, weeks sometimes.
Waiting for the rain. She longes for it.
People run from it, but she craves it.
She stares at them, disgusted in every step they make.
They’re not worthy, people aren’t worthy of life.
They don’t know how to live it right.
They don’t know how precious life should be treated.
They don’t look around, only ahead.
She does'nt understand why they're worthy,
when they can't even handle a little darkness.
Her head is exploding, but her body is numb.
Where could she even start?
That massive brain of her is holding her down.
The sky turns dark and finally it starts to rain.
Salty drops floating trough the streets.
Disappointed she sees them running.
Hurrying inside, because imagine that they just might feel a drop.
I guess Lucifer is giving her the rain she craves.
She's alone, finally.
If there only was some joy left.
Auteur: Katt | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Katt | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 14 juni 2020 | ||
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