Cyanide contract
The bitterness inside
Is growing by the hour
I can't see what's real anymore
Perhaps I'm growing sour
Knives in my heart
Needles in my eyes
Bullets in my lungs
No more breathtaking lies
The fairytale I lived
Received a morbid twist
My ever soft hand
Became a skeleton fist
I deserve so much less
Less than your love
Less than life
Less
My eyes are wide open
But there's to much darkness
I'm screaming my lungs out
But nobody hears me
I'm locked inside a room
Built from my own tears
I've destroyed what I had
I want to get out
Leaving behind my fears
I keep fighting my own mistakes
There seems to be no end
And I can't get the words
To come over warm and meant
My failure as a person
As your boyfriend
As your lover
Is my signature below the contract with death;
My punishment for hurting and letting down
A loved one
A friend
Someone special
Someone.. I love
Someone.. I’d still fight for
Reacties op dit gedicht
| FrogCess: | Maandag, februari 06, 2006 20:09 |
| When with you im invincible, protected by your smell, when I think of not being the one who kisses you, I think of a living hell. For as long as I can remember, ive always been afraid, but once ive held you in my sleep, the dreams go on for days. Ive looked at our reflection baby, I cant believe what I see. Eternity is forever, but id wait forever more, because im no longer just waiting, for that thing worth waiting for. | |
| Oorlam: | Zondag, februari 05, 2006 16:39 |
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| Auteur: Marble | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 februari 2006 | ||
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