Courage
somewhere inside the graveyard
a struggle between life and death
my clothes still smell
like death
Wish I was the girl
in the toilet
slashing her wrists
it must take a lot of courage
to let yourself bleed to dead
her Angel of Life
fighting
the Demon of Death
There's no telling
who will win
this bloody contest
Maybe it's already a vicotory
being able to cheat life and death
by dying when you're still living
my meaningless life
a struggle between life and death
my clothes still smell
like death
Wish I was the girl
in the toilet
slashing her wrists
it must take a lot of courage
to let yourself bleed to dead
her Angel of Life
fighting
the Demon of Death
There's no telling
who will win
this bloody contest
Maybe it's already a vicotory
being able to cheat life and death
by dying when you're still living
my meaningless life
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Zana : | Dinsdag, februari 13, 2007 20:10 |
| everyteartellsastory eeft gelijk! en kmoet zeggen dat mijn gedichtjes dan soms meer oppervlakkig lijken in verglijking met de jouwe ps: Hoe zit het nog met het boek dat je ging schrijven? Jij kan de dingen heel diepgaand verwoorden bykes xxx |
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| EveryTearTellsAStory: | Zaterdag, januari 27, 2007 20:45 |
| supermooi:) lek gewente e meis... tot gauw! liefs me:)x |
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| Auteur: sitara | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 januari 2007 | ||
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