Art of life
Art of Life
I wondering at the walls
Leaving something behind
Made it fall
Made it blind
The paintings at the wall
Dark and doomed
Wondering what shall
Glime the moon
On a painting
A snake and a women in red
Is that me
Somehow it made me sad
I see a man looking at the mirror
Looking at himself
The creeps me
As he look at his inner self
I see a dog
Open and bleed
A man with a scythe
Killing insane
I see a few people
In a tomb
Laughing
Numb
So dark the paintings of my life
The wall of art
A wall that survives
They stand here
As the ruins of my life
The show you
What has been in the past
Even though it doesn’t make sense
And even though its hard to understand
Look what’s behind the art
And read, the lines
See, the days,
Always looking life in the face
And to know it for what it is
Face the art pieces before you put it away
I wondering at the walls
Leaving something behind
Made it fall
Made it blind
The paintings at the wall
Dark and doomed
Wondering what shall
Glime the moon
On a painting
A snake and a women in red
Is that me
Somehow it made me sad
I see a man looking at the mirror
Looking at himself
The creeps me
As he look at his inner self
I see a dog
Open and bleed
A man with a scythe
Killing insane
I see a few people
In a tomb
Laughing
Numb
So dark the paintings of my life
The wall of art
A wall that survives
They stand here
As the ruins of my life
The show you
What has been in the past
Even though it doesn’t make sense
And even though its hard to understand
Look what’s behind the art
And read, the lines
See, the days,
Always looking life in the face
And to know it for what it is
Face the art pieces before you put it away
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: DarkSinner | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 april 2007 | ||
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