Loneliness, Takes wide steps
Loneliness, Takes wide steps
Losing in the fight
Feed me by nothing
Blood pills bleed right
Memory’s are unsaved
Killing the overweight dream
A perfect sound for my grave
As I burn a guitar in my scream
Naughty with claws of pain
Needles pulling back the skin
Gasoline to burn me down again
There does the door closes
While my hand was reaching
Black lines back under my blind eyes
With crossed fingers my hate is preaching
Reacties op dit gedicht
| life~in~every~breath~: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 18:23 |
| beautiful, maar blijf nog bij ons tot het echt je tijd is om te gaan ... veel liefs, don't give up... |
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| Wicked Soul: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 16:53 |
| Wow! -totally blown away- Ja, wacht je beurt maar lekker af, zoals Unreachy zei. Tis nog lang geen tijd. Liefs, -Lien.- |
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| P!nk Lady: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 16:37 |
| Waaaaw.... Ik schiet in woorden tekort... Kuzz |
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| stairway 2 heaven: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 16:10 |
| heel mooi geschreven...stilte xxx |
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| Fading Away: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 15:55 |
| And I agree with both of them.. Sorry, I just haven't got any words good enough to describe.. Liefs, Fading Away |
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| Melodramatically: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 15:34 |
| I agree with little Unreachable.. She said, what I wanted to say.. So Beautiful.. Liefs, Melodramatically |
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| The unreachable: | Donderdag, augustus 05, 2004 14:56 |
| "A perfect sound for my grave As I burn a guitar in my scream" You can pick a grave, that's fine with me, as long as it will stay empty for a long long time..I don't think you're already sitting in a wheelchair, I don't think your hair's already gray..So just wait for your turn..Mister death is a busy man, don't disturb him if it isn't your time yet ;-) | |
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| Auteur: FrozenScar | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 augustus 2004 | ||
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