lost
lost souls who can't speak,
are floating trough thoughts,
why doe i stand these
crie's,
chosen for the middle...
nobody's knows the voices
life in tortuere,bleeding...
blood drups from the eye's
of the dead...
i'm gone...
to the field of everlasting
where no resting soul is found...
can't change the turning
no clear mind,troubled,
can't crie out...
would be put away...
looking natural,but alone...
no person sees the monster
in me...
forever frozen and left alone...
are floating trough thoughts,
why doe i stand these
crie's,
chosen for the middle...
nobody's knows the voices
life in tortuere,bleeding...
blood drups from the eye's
of the dead...
i'm gone...
to the field of everlasting
where no resting soul is found...
can't change the turning
no clear mind,troubled,
can't crie out...
would be put away...
looking natural,but alone...
no person sees the monster
in me...
forever frozen and left alone...
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| Auteur: morgain | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2006 | ||
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