addicted
Burned by the witch her Scream
Down in a Hole of Pain
With a Needle in her Vain
This was the Last Hit
The Last Feeling of makin' it
She knew she was Lost
Cause' in her Feelings she was
Reality maked No sense Anymore
And the Moon didn't make her Feel Great Anymore..
She was Lost in her Dreams and Too Far from Home
This was her Last Smile
Her Last Tear
Her Last Needle
And her Last Fear
Her Golden Shot would take her Away
Her Golden Shot would make her Feel oke
...And let her Dream Forever...
Down in a Hole of Pain
With a Needle in her Vain
This was the Last Hit
The Last Feeling of makin' it
She knew she was Lost
Cause' in her Feelings she was
Reality maked No sense Anymore
And the Moon didn't make her Feel Great Anymore..
She was Lost in her Dreams and Too Far from Home
This was her Last Smile
Her Last Tear
Her Last Needle
And her Last Fear
Her Golden Shot would take her Away
Her Golden Shot would make her Feel oke
...And let her Dream Forever...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| blacklizard: | Donderdag, september 01, 2005 17:09 |
| Komt bekend voor (A) =p | |
| Fascinate: | Donderdag, juli 14, 2005 16:27 |
| Jij beschrijft mijn leven lijkt het wel. Mooi, en zo overeenkomend. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: IJs | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2005 | ||
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