suicide road
suicide road
no poems will be written
among the dead souls
that hang on names
from the old church
its like drinkin coffee
on a graveyard
where the minister
was absent for so many years
a girl that tries
somehow to live
a life with grace
a girl that seems almost
with one foot in her grave
the godlees ingnorance is terrible
to behold
buried in their palaces
clingin to their gold
the crazy ones
they feed on souls
and think they've got it made
are waitin for the train
that takes them to
the other side of us
and live in everlasting pain
~~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Bell: | Maandag, februari 07, 2005 14:03 |
| Toppie :) xxx Bell. |
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| IntegraNatura: | Maandag, februari 07, 2005 13:22 |
| horror ;) | |
| BloodElf: | Maandag, februari 07, 2005 13:20 |
| Perfect! | |
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| Auteur: Frank EastWest | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2005 | ||
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