poisoned..
I'm sitting in a car
traffic signs and all sorts of lights are passing me by
I see my reflection in the window
and a tear is running over my cheek
& I think of last night
I was standing in front of this table
and on it there was a bottle with poison
I took it from the table and opened it
closed my eyes and took one little pill in my hand
I brought my hand towards my mouth
and thought...
Why am I killing myself?
killing you would be much easier
so now I'm sitting in a car
traffic signs and all sorts of lights are passing me by
I see my reflection in the window
and a tear is running over my cheek
I'm driving towards you
with a knife in my hand
and thinking of stabbing you in your back
when you open the door
but instead I take this little pill in my mouth
when you open the door
I kiss you
Hope you die when the poison of my kiss reaches your heart
traffic signs and all sorts of lights are passing me by
I see my reflection in the window
and a tear is running over my cheek
& I think of last night
I was standing in front of this table
and on it there was a bottle with poison
I took it from the table and opened it
closed my eyes and took one little pill in my hand
I brought my hand towards my mouth
and thought...
Why am I killing myself?
killing you would be much easier
so now I'm sitting in a car
traffic signs and all sorts of lights are passing me by
I see my reflection in the window
and a tear is running over my cheek
I'm driving towards you
with a knife in my hand
and thinking of stabbing you in your back
when you open the door
but instead I take this little pill in my mouth
when you open the door
I kiss you
Hope you die when the poison of my kiss reaches your heart
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Dinsdag, augustus 24, 2004 14:35 |
| -shivers down my back- Krachtig geschreven op zen minst. Heel mooi en speciaal gedicht. Liefs, -Lien- |
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| BloodElf: | Maandag, augustus 23, 2004 14:17 |
| Zeer apart en mooi neergezet... Ik heb er bewondering voor!! |
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| Marten: | Maandag, augustus 23, 2004 13:26 |
| De schoonheid van morbiditeit... | |
| sick suicide: | Maandag, augustus 23, 2004 13:24 |
| hm heel mooi echt waar :). wauw dikke knuffel |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Forgotten Dreamer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 augustus 2004 | ||
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