Desolate remembrance
traveling through desolate lands
I remind myself of my past life
how my heart was torn apart by them
who killed the only one I truely loved
the pressure to retaliate growing
but unable to find the ones
who are guilty of the genocide
commited in those days of horror
soaked in tears of blood I died
in agony my heart stopped beating
in my last breath I was calling
out the name of who I loved
06-04-05
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Renate-td-: | Woensdag, april 06, 2005 22:17 |
| wauwwww mooi Ben, en zelfs zonder woordenboek ;-) Liefs Renate | |
| The King Cobra: | Woensdag, april 06, 2005 21:31 |
| wow... erg heavy... Heel mooi.... |
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| Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2005 | ||
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