He bleeds
The anguishing grief in his mind finds it's way out
by ways of pain
instead of tears he tears
open a vein
and he cries his blood
because
his blackburned pain-soaked mind
can't be reached
and
he would if he could so
he sheds his blood, powerless as he is
those red drops put to death instead of life
pain edged on the edge of a knife
Have a heart for him, try to understand and
make him strong
because he will cut himself to death before long
No happy end this time
not now, maybe not ever but at least not yet
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, juli 01, 2004 13:54 |
| Not yet..indeed..i'm starting to fall in love with your words..*enjoying every one of them*.. | |
| Tershi: | Vrijdag, juni 18, 2004 11:57 |
| mooi | |
| FrozenScar: | Donderdag, juni 10, 2004 14:42 |
| Echt alsof je word gegrepen door de woorden =)... Subliem gedeed!! |
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| Es: | Donderdag, juni 10, 2004 14:24 |
| Prachtig neergezet!! Aangrijpend.. XXX Es |
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| Oorlam: | Donderdag, juni 10, 2004 13:28 |
| zo kun je het ook verwoorden..sterk & origineel weerom | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2004 | ||
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