psychotic brains
psychotic
iam sorry you are so psychotic
a frozen brain in time
knowin no more what life
is all about
and playin with unknown forces
beyond the human kind
iam sorry that you seem
to forget
your place
please will somebody
take care of the children
when they go out of grace
your weirdness
is no longer
welcome here
you had your chance
to be cured but now
this really is the last
and final dance
destroying beauty where ever you go
iam no longer interested
in maintainin this kind of soul
tis dirty little piece
of aging mud and misery
will be thrown on your final
destiny, the last fire
that will smell so pleasantly
~~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| BloodElf: | Maandag, februari 07, 2005 13:24 |
| oeh, hoe donker zeg.. *steekt een kaarsje aan* Kom op, hoofd op t kussen en slapen maar =) *zoemt slaapliedje* |
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| Auteur: Frank EastWest | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 februari 2005 | ||
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