making rain
I do not wish to continue
but I've drunken a lot of it
downed it with pleasure nonetheless
because it went away
an addiction I disconcern about
but hand me a bottle
I will not rest -all feels same
but never alive is the hand
I feel I'm letting down
but I don't sleep that good anyway
so I'm lonely now -without direction
nothing new ever ends
don't feel nothing as of effort
as long as I die withhout you
so please hand me the bottle
persist in everending efforts
because I am lost
all of us were loving you
when you needed them around
set in a record of abuse
or close up a bladed relief
I don't sleep that good anyway
18 juli
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| Grittle: | Donderdag, juli 27, 2006 16:20 |
| Would you like to get lost with me? I know the way... Rosé''tje dan maar? ;) Liefs, en al dat andere |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2006 | ||
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