Spooked Out Self
Running down eternal hallways
deeper than your skin
As spiders crawl above you
and lies come from within
Speechless as you rot away
screeming as you trie
To take that final step today
and say that last goodbye
A puddle of dark brown water
and a stench, like that of hell
That eerie sence around you
makes it hard to tell
Is it all your imaginition
or are you really all alone
Did noone hear you screams again
more chills run down your bones
A mist that just grows thicker
as you see serpents hungry eyes
It merely gets harder to believe
that one day you will rise
Continuing in darkness
tears oozing from your head
Knowing it's hard for them to believe
that you're nearly dead...
deeper than your skin
As spiders crawl above you
and lies come from within
Speechless as you rot away
screeming as you trie
To take that final step today
and say that last goodbye
A puddle of dark brown water
and a stench, like that of hell
That eerie sence around you
makes it hard to tell
Is it all your imaginition
or are you really all alone
Did noone hear you screams again
more chills run down your bones
A mist that just grows thicker
as you see serpents hungry eyes
It merely gets harder to believe
that one day you will rise
Continuing in darkness
tears oozing from your head
Knowing it's hard for them to believe
that you're nearly dead...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Sheena: | Zondag, augustus 12, 2001 20:58 |
| Shivers down my spine... Nice......big grinn take care, Sheena |
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| dikkertjedap: | Zondag, augustus 12, 2001 13:41 |
| The deadsong you sing alone. Of the new morning you'll get a warning. greetzz., dd. |
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