Concept of a Silhouette
Impaling my eyes
So brutally and precise
The sight affects me
And fills me up
With more painful despise
It stained so directly
My thoughts perished
Abandoned my head
And left it numb
The things I cherished
Froze me to death
And secured to be forgotten and gone
Something broke
Something died
Everyone spoke
But my voice was denied
Something changed
Something cleared
Everything was arranged
But I disappeared
Into nothing
Nothing at all
Just rotting
Rotting to fall
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Lucius | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 september 2004 | ||
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