My live in my mind
My live in my mind
I lay here in a silent cover
can't hear a sound or whispering
eyes wide open
yet nothing to see
I'm bleeding in my own skin
though no scratch is visible to my sight
hungering for something
yet nothing I tast can satisfy my lust
falling down in ages trough time
images fading in a broken mirror
shatterd in thousand pieces
and silent still remains
I tast neither flesh nor blood
as I drink from my cup of life
no future to behold
nothing to live for....
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Slayer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 augustus 2005 | ||
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