Vision
Death just knocked on my door...
It's here...
It's sucking the marrow out of my bones...
The life out of my body...
I fall down on a bed of thorns...
My life was worthless...
The blood finds its way through the thorns and gets sucked away in the muddy ground...
As time passed...
The land on which I fell down bewildered...
And I was forgotten...
Underneath a wilderness of memories...
It's here...
It's sucking the marrow out of my bones...
The life out of my body...
I fall down on a bed of thorns...
My life was worthless...
The blood finds its way through the thorns and gets sucked away in the muddy ground...
As time passed...
The land on which I fell down bewildered...
And I was forgotten...
Underneath a wilderness of memories...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| liesiepetiesie*: | Dinsdag, juni 22, 2004 11:45 |
| prachtig! | |
| beats: | Zondag, mei 18, 2003 17:29 |
| mooi stukje metalla, prachtig einde... | |
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| Auteur: Metalla | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 mei 2003 | ||
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