Drugs
Sniff, Sniff,
There it goes.
It’s so pure white,
Shakin’ unto her bones.
Spout, Spout.
Into her arm.
Little dots of scars.
Won’t keep her warm.
Blow, blow.
It covers her face,
The grey smoke.
It’s her base.
Swallow, swallow.
Feelin’ so good.
Dancing and dancing.
Needin’ no water or food.
Puke, Puke.
Her stomach is so sick
So is her head.
Dirt layers thick..
Regret, Regret.
From the deepest of her heart.
She feels so empty.
Life gave her a red card….
There it goes.
It’s so pure white,
Shakin’ unto her bones.
Spout, Spout.
Into her arm.
Little dots of scars.
Won’t keep her warm.
Blow, blow.
It covers her face,
The grey smoke.
It’s her base.
Swallow, swallow.
Feelin’ so good.
Dancing and dancing.
Needin’ no water or food.
Puke, Puke.
Her stomach is so sick
So is her head.
Dirt layers thick..
Regret, Regret.
From the deepest of her heart.
She feels so empty.
Life gave her a red card….
Reacties op dit gedicht
| fainthearted: | Woensdag, juni 29, 2005 21:51 |
| ok mongool =p | |
| CharlotteMan: | Woensdag, juni 29, 2005 14:54 |
| Ik was foutje =( | |
| fainthearted: | Woensdag, juni 29, 2005 14:52 |
| Ja...waarom ik? | |
| Angel of Death: | Donderdag, juni 16, 2005 18:20 |
| Mooi hoor. Maar waarom is het thema "IK"? liefs, |
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| adnerb: | Dinsdag, juni 14, 2005 21:57 |
| Mooi zeg! xxx adnerb |
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| lijn: | Dinsdag, juni 14, 2005 21:33 |
| Voor mij heel herkenbaar... Super gedicht, ik kreeg er tranen van... liefs Lijn |
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| Auteur: *fallen-angel* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 juni 2005 | ||
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