Suicidal tendencies
Blank crying eyes staring
For a lost place to hide
My heart crawling in the deepest corners
Just to find loneliness inside
Empty feelings growing stronger
Fulfilling a deathtimes track
Silenced screams run down the waters
Once soft sparkling, now red blood black
A soul flying with broken wings
Reaching for what it never sees
Praying for a salvation unknown
Caught up in suicedal tendencies
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Zaterdag, oktober 09, 2004 21:57 |
| -kippenvel- It's not too late yet... It's never too late, though it may seem like that. We komen er wel, lieverd. En als het niet alleen lukt, weet je me wel te vinden he? Together we'll work things out. Liefs, -Lien.- |
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 oktober 2004 | ||
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