Steel Dragon
Steel Dragon
I am not what you see before you
I am only a memorial of what was born
I was imprisoned, trapped
Trapped in this hell we call life
Poisoned, I decreased immediately
And poisoning others on my way to death
Now I have deceased
Again I am imprisoned
In my prison of mind I do not control
Nor am I controlled
In a sense I am out of control
Who or what I am is no longer important
What they are isn’t either.
Nothing bothers me except my own memories
Memories of a beautiful life
At least some parts of it
A mental hazard calling itself Steel Dragon
I am not what you see before you
I am only a memorial of what was born
I was imprisoned, trapped
Trapped in this hell we call life
Poisoned, I decreased immediately
And poisoning others on my way to death
Now I have deceased
Again I am imprisoned
In my prison of mind I do not control
Nor am I controlled
In a sense I am out of control
Who or what I am is no longer important
What they are isn’t either.
Nothing bothers me except my own memories
Memories of a beautiful life
At least some parts of it
A mental hazard calling itself Steel Dragon
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Melissa Sadowski: | Zondag, september 15, 2002 14:37 |
| Lief, je weet wat ik hiervan vind, en je weet hoe ik wil dat jij je voelt. Maar jij bent jezelf, en ik ben ook iets. ik houd van je!!! Liz |
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