The grieves make the always deeply scars in my inner
I feel so much pain
The dying earth
Seeiming life's be a kind of conquering gain
With all these demons in here
Looking with a peaceful heart to the world what’s rotten down
All what I feel now is death, so near. . .
I don’t want to be here any longer if I must live in a world like this
Well, I live but it’s only the happiness I miss
It’s a upcoming end for me . . .
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 27 december 2006 | ||
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