The Reaper
The Reaper
The dark of the night
has come
I hear something, it frights
Was I wrong??
I walk out of my room
The quiet scared me
There will be here something very soon
I can feel it
My heart is bounzing on my chest
When I walk down the stairs
My legs are shaking
My mind is breaking
I walk in the living room
Look around the corner
But nothing is here
But I can feel the horror
Im going up stairs again
To my room
In the doors steps I feel a cold hand
The man of doom
I scream loud,
run as fast as I can
But My voice doesnt make a sound
I still feel his frozing hand
I run out the door
Into the wilderness
I hear the ghoste score
singing against my hopelessness
I hear a horse riding after me
I take cover under a tree
In hope he doenst see me
Or in hope he doesnt hear me
The black horse walking slowly by
The man with the scythe in his hand
Takes the look outside
Behind his mask
Theres no face inside
Only blackness and cold
I cant hide
Im to bold
My blood is running deep in my vains
The reaper is hunting me throught the wilderness game
My running heart chased into the dark
His scythe leads his mark
My head hurts, my mind frozen
My chest covert in blood al over
The man with his scythe came to me
With his horse next to me
Stick his scythe into me
The reaper killed me!
The dark of the night
has come
I hear something, it frights
Was I wrong??
I walk out of my room
The quiet scared me
There will be here something very soon
I can feel it
My heart is bounzing on my chest
When I walk down the stairs
My legs are shaking
My mind is breaking
I walk in the living room
Look around the corner
But nothing is here
But I can feel the horror
Im going up stairs again
To my room
In the doors steps I feel a cold hand
The man of doom
I scream loud,
run as fast as I can
But My voice doesnt make a sound
I still feel his frozing hand
I run out the door
Into the wilderness
I hear the ghoste score
singing against my hopelessness
I hear a horse riding after me
I take cover under a tree
In hope he doenst see me
Or in hope he doesnt hear me
The black horse walking slowly by
The man with the scythe in his hand
Takes the look outside
Behind his mask
Theres no face inside
Only blackness and cold
I cant hide
Im to bold
My blood is running deep in my vains
The reaper is hunting me throught the wilderness game
My running heart chased into the dark
His scythe leads his mark
My head hurts, my mind frozen
My chest covert in blood al over
The man with his scythe came to me
With his horse next to me
Stick his scythe into me
The reaper killed me!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| gothicangel: | Dinsdag, juni 29, 2004 20:29 |
| totally agree with the unreachable echt een heel erg mooi gedicht alsof je iets probeert te zeggen mss ben ik te dom hoor hoor maar ik kan er nog niet helemaal uitkomen wat maar ben er druk mee bezig sterkte |
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| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, juni 29, 2004 19:12 |
| Wauw...net alsof ik in een film zat...adembenemend joh! je leest het gedicht ook echt in één trok door, zonder stoppen, en je begint steeds sneller te lezen enzo, gewoon omdat je er zo in gevangen zit, je gaat er zo in op, je leeft er echt mee mee...Ik ben eventjes gestopt met ademenen, denk ik, gewoon omdat het zo spannend was...Echt weer zeer goed gedaan,Darky..go on like that ;-) | |
| Bless The Goth: | Dinsdag, juni 29, 2004 12:25 |
| wauw, dit is mooi!!! kippenvel op me armpjes!!! is echt mooi :-). but believe me, I wont let you go ;-)... that motherfucker with his scythe, must fuck off :-D... ;-), dikke knuffel! | |
| Wicked Soul: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 23:06 |
| Zit ik hier met een ernstig zuurstoftekort. :) Jeezes, adembenemend alweer. Maar niemand neemt jou nu al mee. Nobody. Dan zullen ze eerst langs mij moeten passeren ;) En voorbij zullen ze niet komen. Zeker die reaper niet. Verzorg jezelf een beetje, wil je? Knuffel en kus -Lien.- |
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| dropje: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 22:41 |
| *wow* *ffkes stil hiero:p* mooi geschrevu man! toppie -xx- Monkey |
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| Danty.nl: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 21:41 |
| DEAD LIKE ME GEZIEN? GAVE SERIE OOK NOG REDELIJK BRAAF MAAR ERG GRAPPIG...ALS IK DOOD BEN WIL IK EEN REAPER WORDEN ZEG IK... | |
| Melodramatically: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 20:17 |
| I surely hope in your dreams! Cause I couldn't live without your presence! Liefs, Melodramatically |
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| Fading Away: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 20:16 |
| Oh, ik moet even bijkomen, hoor.. Wauw, great poem. You've such a original style.. Like it =) Maar meisje, pas je een beetje op jezelf? Ik laat je niet zomaar gaan hoor.. Don't thake death's hand.. Love, Fading Away |
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| Fading Away: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 20:16 |
| In mijn reactie moet 'thake' natuurlijk 'take' zijn.. Sorry =( |
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| Auteur: DarkSinner | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 juni 2004 | ||
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