Death
Whenever I have a thought, so dark
it get's cold,like death embraces you
I don't fight this kind of cold
'cause there's nothing I can do
Whenever I think of dying
it's like a black cloud covers me
I don't want it to go
'cause no one else can see
In my mind,I've created my own world
a world so dark,bitter and sad
It might end my life some day
but that's something I won't regret
Here I am,all dark and cold
I don't know what to do
no one can get me out of here
Not even you...
-Cyndi-
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, juli 15, 2004 18:38 |
| You're right...no one else can, except YOU! Get YOURSELF out of there..It's never cold enough to give up the fight...It's never to late to fight back...Don't let that dark cloud win.. | |
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| Auteur: MyPoemsSuck | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 juli 2004 | ||
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