Regret
Regret
Feeling black, no thoughts, only hate.
Forcing me to run.
Forcing me to hide.
Leaving everything behind.
No reason left to fight.
The feeling contained in my veins.
But it is running out of my soul.
There is no control.
Hoping to die.
Waiting… endless waiting.
Till that time, a lot is to gain.
Even more is lost.
Now I’m living with regret,
That I’m not dead.
Isabel Morgana Nightly
Feeling black, no thoughts, only hate.
Forcing me to run.
Forcing me to hide.
Leaving everything behind.
No reason left to fight.
The feeling contained in my veins.
But it is running out of my soul.
There is no control.
Hoping to die.
Waiting… endless waiting.
Till that time, a lot is to gain.
Even more is lost.
Now I’m living with regret,
That I’m not dead.
Isabel Morgana Nightly
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| Auteur: Isabel Morgana Nightly | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 september 2003 | ||
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