Decomposition
I’ve lost my mind
my soul, my heart
my thoughts and my deeds
are torn apart
Incapable of saying
everything I want to say
Instinctively leaving
every time I have to stay.
My life became irrational
I tell the truth but I think I’m lying
I’m in state of decomposition
my body and my soul are dying.
my soul, my heart
my thoughts and my deeds
are torn apart
Incapable of saying
everything I want to say
Instinctively leaving
every time I have to stay.
My life became irrational
I tell the truth but I think I’m lying
I’m in state of decomposition
my body and my soul are dying.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| NooR: | Zondag, oktober 27, 2002 20:39 |
| Het lukt je echt in alle talen he? xxx NooR |
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| flyingbabe: | Zondag, oktober 27, 2002 13:03 |
| mooi gedicht.. | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Robski | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 oktober 2002 | ||
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