The lost children
In the womb we are blind cave fish,
born in a wasteland.
Kill the child who made us.
We're all lost children in a frightened world.
Kill the lust, the lust of evil.
Creatures nursing their children,
squeeling like little pigs.
Soft arms around their head,howling for milk.
Wounds are powdered,black lungs inhaling the world.
Living in the past,blinded by the future.
We took the wrong step years ago.
Escape the evil dance.
J.S.2002/2006
born in a wasteland.
Kill the child who made us.
We're all lost children in a frightened world.
Kill the lust, the lust of evil.
Creatures nursing their children,
squeeling like little pigs.
Soft arms around their head,howling for milk.
Wounds are powdered,black lungs inhaling the world.
Living in the past,blinded by the future.
We took the wrong step years ago.
Escape the evil dance.
J.S.2002/2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| m@rcel: | Maandag, mei 22, 2006 18:31 |
| schitterend geschreven heel mooi Liefs m@rcel |
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| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, mei 16, 2006 18:53 |
| I was wondering where you were.. :) very well-written! x! |
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 mei 2006 | ||
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