Handwritten deathletter
I started writing you
as soon as I heared
hymns of blood in black and blue
stream when concealment is a dirty word
Send in the plastic cavalary
and ridicule the mobile messenger
paperbags swallow sickening remedy
the broken words I've sent to her
headphones in the darkening tide
provide the soundtrack that embraces
the imaginary illusions that you provide
ringing ricochets of a thousand deep disgraces
When the words have formed my soul
or rather lack thereof
I'll send you
A nuclear bomb
with love...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Godsend: | Woensdag, juni 01, 2005 20:30 |
| may I write back?! without bomb ;-) | |
| BloodElf: | Maandag, mei 30, 2005 19:57 |
| Nice (: | |
| Oorlam: | Woensdag, mei 25, 2005 09:52 |
| fraai fraai! welk een woorden weer | |
| Het Gejefte: | Woensdag, mei 25, 2005 09:31 |
| When the words have formed my soul or rather lack thereof I'll send you A nuclear bomb with love... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAT EEN EINDKNAL, MAKKER!!!! |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 mei 2005 | ||
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