soaked in blood as I lay dying
drowned in the thick red fluid
which was supposed to keep me alive
now making sure I will not breathe againslaughtered but still trying
to find that little bit of air
which can help me ask for vengeance
when my brethren come to seek methe sky is getting dark as I feel cold
half frozen inside can't feel my limbs
fighting for breath, my last hope
as the knife pierces my heartthoughts of doom running through me
seeing the world die for my eyes
as I feel my soul leaving the corpse
which used to let me wander this earth27-01-05
Marian van de Water: | Vrijdag, januari 28, 2005 07:43 |
weer prachtig geschreven, maar... waarom zo triest? Zit er een oorlog in jou, die je nog moet overwinnen? Gr. Marianne |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 27 januari 2005 | ||
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