Demons of death
the zest of living disappeared
while dark thoughts appeared
trying to erase this unbearable pain
when walking through the pouring rain
tired of all the suffering and so many lies
people’s hearts are as cold as ice
salty tears which were never dried
all these loving feelings died
daylight turned into a black night
when she lost her fight
against the demons of death
who stole her last breath
when the police opened the door
bloodstains were all over the floor
she took her own life
by the help of a cold sharp knife
while dark thoughts appeared
trying to erase this unbearable pain
when walking through the pouring rain
tired of all the suffering and so many lies
people’s hearts are as cold as ice
salty tears which were never dried
all these loving feelings died
daylight turned into a black night
when she lost her fight
against the demons of death
who stole her last breath
when the police opened the door
bloodstains were all over the floor
she took her own life
by the help of a cold sharp knife
Reacties op dit gedicht
| yellow: | Zaterdag, januari 13, 2007 12:58 |
| weirdo... | |
| MG Poetry: | Dinsdag, december 19, 2006 23:53 |
| zest of living moet zest for living zijn wat zoveel betekent als levenslust Al goed dat ik dit als auteur zelf toch wel ontdekt heb ;)MG Poetry |
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| evyken: | Zondag, december 10, 2006 05:43 |
| mooi geschreve word er echt stil van hopelijk ni iets waar ge u eige in kunt of wilt trugvinde en hopelijk was het maar gwn fictief |
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| dead_girl: | Maandag, november 20, 2006 14:25 |
| mooi beschreven liefs dead_girl |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 november 2006 | ||
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