The new born emptiness
Old grey patterns of life,
seeing things as they really are.
human ego has to killed, this filth of human sin.
Society's booby trap, dignity cease to exist.
Journey to the centre of our reality,
spending blood money for cruelty.
Tombstone shadows seen through loveless eyes.
Society is made of smoke, it'll make you dissapear on a sunny day.Like driving dead valley.
Driving a stake through your heart,
leaving gaps of pain on a rainy day.
It's more than a card game,
the stench of human corruption is poisoning my breath.
Let me sleep beside you and we'll dream away,
and nothing will be wrong.
J.S.2001/2006
seeing things as they really are.
human ego has to killed, this filth of human sin.
Society's booby trap, dignity cease to exist.
Journey to the centre of our reality,
spending blood money for cruelty.
Tombstone shadows seen through loveless eyes.
Society is made of smoke, it'll make you dissapear on a sunny day.Like driving dead valley.
Driving a stake through your heart,
leaving gaps of pain on a rainy day.
It's more than a card game,
the stench of human corruption is poisoning my breath.
Let me sleep beside you and we'll dream away,
and nothing will be wrong.
J.S.2001/2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zondag, maart 19, 2006 14:33 |
| yet again a beautiful poem x! |
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| m@rcel: | Zaterdag, maart 18, 2006 23:29 |
| heel mooi verwoord prachtig gedaan Liefs m@rcel |
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| Auteur: cosmicdoom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 maart 2006 | ||
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