Come With Me
"Come With Me"
Dreadfull sorrow painted in my heart
Everytime I fear
Everything throughs apart
Wit my crying tear
Every losing touch I have
I dont care
It makes me mad
I want to kill, but I dont dare
My reaching hand is dying
Every night
My soul is crying
Every fight
Then he came into my life
Surrounded by darkness
I took the knife
To cut my soul into spineless
Everytime he comes,
I love him more
Everytime he's done
I lose more controlle
People dont understand
That I started to love him
Even when Im affraid
I still care for him
The wounds he cut
I make them deeper
Goes into my heart like a gun shot
Walking with my sleeper
People say to let go the past
But is not so easy at all
Something that hauntes you, makes your life a mess
Makes you begin to fall
Lose something dear,
Infront of your eyes
It makes you fear,
It makes you realise
That life is not what it seems
Its only a stupid game
There will never come a redeemer
And I wont play
He was the one who is now with me
Asking me to cut myself
Pushing me out of my body
Reaching to kill my self
I aloud it
My hands bleed like hell
Cover in blood
And it feels so well
He saved me those years
And you wouldnt believe when I say.
I dont fear his fear
It is only a game!
*His scythe hurts like hell*
*And I'll bleed*
*But still his voice remains in my shell*
*"Come with me"*
Dreadfull sorrow painted in my heart
Everytime I fear
Everything throughs apart
Wit my crying tear
Every losing touch I have
I dont care
It makes me mad
I want to kill, but I dont dare
My reaching hand is dying
Every night
My soul is crying
Every fight
Then he came into my life
Surrounded by darkness
I took the knife
To cut my soul into spineless
Everytime he comes,
I love him more
Everytime he's done
I lose more controlle
People dont understand
That I started to love him
Even when Im affraid
I still care for him
The wounds he cut
I make them deeper
Goes into my heart like a gun shot
Walking with my sleeper
People say to let go the past
But is not so easy at all
Something that hauntes you, makes your life a mess
Makes you begin to fall
Lose something dear,
Infront of your eyes
It makes you fear,
It makes you realise
That life is not what it seems
Its only a stupid game
There will never come a redeemer
And I wont play
He was the one who is now with me
Asking me to cut myself
Pushing me out of my body
Reaching to kill my self
I aloud it
My hands bleed like hell
Cover in blood
And it feels so well
He saved me those years
And you wouldnt believe when I say.
I dont fear his fear
It is only a game!
*His scythe hurts like hell*
*And I'll bleed*
*But still his voice remains in my shell*
*"Come with me"*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| gothicangel: | Maandag, juli 19, 2004 22:28 |
| stilte volgens mij moet ik ff aan de beademingsmachine of hoe zo'n ding ook heet damn je hebt me diep geraakt houd vol |
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| Oxana: | Dinsdag, juli 13, 2004 09:43 |
| jij hebt mooie gedichten. Geweldig!!! liefs oxana |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, juli 05, 2004 12:05 |
| Hmm..I think you're in love with the dark...Darkness gives you a familiar feeling, because you're getting used to it...That's not a good sign..It's becoming very dangerous now...It's not because the dark gives you a safe feeling, that it's extually "safe" in there...You cry on the shoulder of darkness because to you, it seems the only way out right now...But there are so many other ways, darky! So many other ways, and you don't even see them...Open your eyes, pls, wake up from your "dream", befo | |
| Wicked Soul: | Zondag, juli 04, 2004 21:39 |
| I don't feel your pain and misery and so I know you think it's easy for me to say you just got to hold on. And maybe it's indeed easy to say, but baby, I mean it. Ik wil je niet kwijt. Geef niet op. Waar hangt die krijger uit? Heeft ie vakantie ofzo?! ;):p Wordt het hoog tijd dat ie nu terugkomt, sweety. Following Death won't bring you the solution you need. You're stronger Daan. Ik geloof in je. Kom op, lieverd. Je kent m'n antwoord hierop al. Neem het eerste stukje met een korreltje |
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| FrozenScar: | Zondag, juli 04, 2004 12:05 |
| Alrighty then.... I'm speachless =( I'm crying... I'm totaly frozen by your poem!! *Hug* Frozy |
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| Bless The Goth: | Zondag, juli 04, 2004 11:24 |
| My Dear.... I realy don't know what I can say else, what I told you with your other poems...The thing I only can say, for so many times. don't give up, I always will walk by your side... but..please, don't go with the Reaper, It's not your place in Death... your place is here. ik weet echt niet meer wat ik moet zeggen of doen.ik geef veel om je, en wil je zeker niet kwijt! dikke knuffel leen |
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| Fading Away: | Zaterdag, juli 03, 2004 23:47 |
| This must be very hard for you.. Wish I could help a little, but I'm afraid I can't. The ones that say you have to try to let go the past, are right, though they don't know how hard it is. They simply don't know. You are the only one who's feeling your pain. And I understand it's hard to let that Reaper go, 'cause it's the only thing that you have, right? It's the only thing that makes you feel alive.. It helped you through the hard times.. But now, it's hurting you. And you feel that pain, but | |
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| Auteur: DarkSinner | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2004 | ||
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