Ill-timed insomnia
Framing neurotic grasscuts
while skating through suburbia
headaches inflamed by worldhurts
falsely faking rough insomnia
from a rooftop in the sun
throwing thoughts up in the air
to see which ones are made undone
and which ones stay up there
in microschizofrenic mind's perversion
of a wrong revolution never to be lawfully killed
comes a multimelancholic fear-fueled fascination
of a strong confusion never to reach the skillfully unskilled
another bullet from a broken-blue sky
rips open my already bleeding chest
I think I'll just fall down and die
and leave you all stuck here with the rest
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Zilke: | Maandag, maart 21, 2005 21:23 |
| 'another bullet from a broken-blue sky rips open my already bleeding chest' damn..sterk.. |
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| MayadeBij: | Zaterdag, maart 19, 2005 22:56 |
| Hier wil ik muziek boven (danwel onder) en het draaien tot de ruige krassen erop staan ;) kus. | |
| moowtjuh: | Zaterdag, maart 19, 2005 21:05 |
| Coooowl!!!!!!!!!,,,,,,,, KUsz |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 maart 2005 | ||
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