Walking around in square circles
Not knowing where he goes
Not knowing where he comes from
There's nobody he knows
His eyes are grim and fading
His mind is full of emptyness
His hands are bound his hair is wild
In his cell of lost forgiveness
Medication is slowly losing grip
Replacing reality with imagination
His mind grows weaker by the day
This is his final destination
21-03-04
Robski: | Zondag, maart 21, 2004 23:57 |
Where's he gonna be? In torment...? ;) Mooi werkje :) Liefssss, Rob |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 21 maart 2004 | ||
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