My sanity
When the knife is near the flesh
When the tongue is near the lie
When the massacre begins
With a laughter or a cry
With the raising of the knife
When the hart raises its pound
When the stabbing goes with ease
When the blood colours the ground
When the rage has been wear off
When he got what he deserve
With the grin reaches the mouth
When the signal reaches nerve
With desire in my heart
When I dig the shallow grave
When sanity takes its place
Because the death is what I crave
When the tongue is near the lie
When the massacre begins
With a laughter or a cry
With the raising of the knife
When the hart raises its pound
When the stabbing goes with ease
When the blood colours the ground
When the rage has been wear off
When he got what he deserve
With the grin reaches the mouth
When the signal reaches nerve
With desire in my heart
When I dig the shallow grave
When sanity takes its place
Because the death is what I crave
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *_KOALIE_*: | Zaterdag, december 31, 2005 17:01 |
| super |
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| Drown: | Vrijdag, december 30, 2005 18:46 |
| was ik dit? | |
| Drown: | Vrijdag, december 30, 2005 18:46 |
