Fight it off
A cry, hidden in the storm
Almost unrecognisable to the human ear
A screech of despair
Howling in the midst of night
Touching your soul
Bound to fall,
Through time and all
Not willing to putdown the knife
At least, not yet
It’s cursed to cut
Something that hides deep inside
It’s a monster
Some people give in,
Others keep up the fight
Or merely the charade
You never see know
Who his next victim will be
Mostly you don’t see,
Their pains, hatred, misery
Till you open your eyes
Now do you see, those scars?
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 februari 2007 | ||
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