Object of Fear
Beware my holders,
Beware of me,
You may not like,
What you now see…
Looks can be deceiving,
As you may already know,
But relax and sit down,
Relax and see my show…
But go ahead,
I won’t stop you,
I won’t see, I won’t listen,
I won’t care what you do…
You can ask me anything,
And I’ll try to work it out,
I’ll do everything,
And all without a doubt…
But of course there is a price,
‘cause there is no other way,
There is only one thing,
With what you can pay.
Your soul is what I want.
Beware of me,
You may not like,
What you now see…
Looks can be deceiving,
As you may already know,
But relax and sit down,
Relax and see my show…
But go ahead,
I won’t stop you,
I won’t see, I won’t listen,
I won’t care what you do…
You can ask me anything,
And I’ll try to work it out,
I’ll do everything,
And all without a doubt…
But of course there is a price,
‘cause there is no other way,
There is only one thing,
With what you can pay.
Your soul is what I want.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| fallen angel of tears: | Dinsdag, januari 11, 2005 13:01 |
| je mag m'n ziel hebben hoor.. je hoeft 'r niet eens iets voor te doen.. maar veel zul je er niet aan hebben.. hij is te gescheurt en verwrongen, vol met pijn.. liefs |
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| Auteur: twotoe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: -Suus- | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 januari 2005 | ||
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