My night demons
At night when I sometimes picture things, and get to scared:
At night these creatures come crawling on
down the stairs, down the hall
The ceiling is a perfect base
to look down upon my anxious face
My eyes get red while my face gets white
I'll never win this kind of fight
It's calling you from far,pulling at your skin
Long clawy fingers of creatures with sins
Dead and glossy eyes stare you from the dark
you feel like dying, they're with too much
At night these creatures come crawling on
down the stairs, down the hall
The ceiling is a perfect base
to look down upon my anxious face
My eyes get red while my face gets white
I'll never win this kind of fight
It's calling you from far,pulling at your skin
Long clawy fingers of creatures with sins
Dead and glossy eyes stare you from the dark
you feel like dying, they're with too much
Reacties op dit gedicht
| nighthawk: | Dinsdag, februari 14, 2006 20:01 |
| It's calling you from far,pulling at your skin Long clawy fingers of creatures with sins ^dit is mijn favo stukje uit het hele gedicht! mooi geschreven |
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| The unreachable: | Dinsdag, augustus 23, 2005 14:14 |
| "The ceiling is a perfect base to look down upon my anxious face "..Prachtig geschreven! Heel angstaanjagend gedicht! Brrr..Heel mooi gedaan | |
| de nifter: | Woensdag, januari 12, 2005 08:54 |
| bah.... vervelend.... slapen met een lampje aan? | |
| life~in~every~breath~: | Dinsdag, januari 11, 2005 17:35 |
| wauw...I know that feeling.. -rilt- heel mooi verwoord.. veel liefs, |
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| Auteur: stairway 2 heaven | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 januari 2005 | ||
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