MEANINGLESS LIFE
the meaning of existance
unknown by all
at the top of the arth
in heaven, we fall
every minute is closer
to my afterlife
my pain not able
to be cut with a knife
despair is increasing
closer to insanity
death is ignoring me
as i call its name
pain is my guilt, guilt is my pain
happiness has ceased
myself, now consumed by death
earth is pleased
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Tim Mooij: | Zondag, mei 23, 2004 16:17 |
| great work, why so sad? everything you write is 'bout pain and misery and suicide, why?? Is your life really that horrid? well, godspeed anyway and I still love your work Grt Tim |
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| ~Reality~: | Zaterdag, mei 22, 2004 15:13 |
| =0 geweldig mooi!! Maar so triest =( Hold on!! Love, FrozenSilence |
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| Auteur: Doom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 mei 2004 | ||
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