I feel the snow beneath my feet.
The ground beneath my knees.
The breath of air that inhales the sickness, The disturbance.
I am my own suicide.
Trapped within my aorta.
I beg for forgiveness.
Offering my self sacrifice.
My self destruction.
On the other side I see what u have done to me.
On the other side I see the change in me.
On the other side I see the death in me.
On the other side I look within my heart that beats frantically.
She looks at me. Begs me.
When did I cross over?
How did I fall inside the looking glass.
Where is my Entrance, My escape.
My pale brown eyes dance in the shimmer of self delusionment.
Death by Emaciation.
Death by Suicide.
Murdered by life.
I killed her.
Charge me, Punish Me. Destroy what’s left of me.
A bag of bones that crumbles.
On the Other side I watch her fall.
On the other side I want to help.
On the other side I know deception, I know my mind.
But on the inside I continue to twirl in the madness.
On the inside I’m fooled by myself.
On the inside the looking glass enthrals me.
On the inside I die.
On the inside I fly.
Deception lives, and it kills, because I’m trapped...
On the inside.
Reverie
Albrecht Paul: | Vrijdag, november 08, 2002 11:15 |
Zelf bedacht? In elk geval een sterke tekst, ondanks de taalfouten hier en daar. 'Reverie' als titel en besluit ontgaat me. Dit is geen dagdroom maar een nachtmerrie. |
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