World
The wind blows,
The grass waves
It's so peaceful here.
My heart is quiet,
Not worrying how
I died.
I can feel no pain
Anymore, No love
For the one I adore.
But the fire spreads
The darkness grows
Take it away!
It makes the peace stop
It burns so strong,
Everything turns black,
Welcome to hell!
I just woke up.
The grass waves
It's so peaceful here.
My heart is quiet,
Not worrying how
I died.
I can feel no pain
Anymore, No love
For the one I adore.
But the fire spreads
The darkness grows
Take it away!
It makes the peace stop
It burns so strong,
Everything turns black,
Welcome to hell!
I just woke up.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, februari 11, 2004 15:08 |
| Wauw! Great one! Really nice! Love it! Keep it coming ;) | |
| de nifter: | Woensdag, februari 11, 2004 11:38 |
| this could be your lucky day in hell..... | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Joyka | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 februari 2004 | ||
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