Icy dead
Whole night long I wept
while I should have slept
but these bad feelings didn’t want to leave,
no more love to receive.
No twinkling stars in the darkest sky,
the zest of living turned into desire to die,
she left me and never came back,
the colour of hope turned from white into black.
Tears rolling over my face,
eyes staring into an endless space,
the worst nightmare became reality,
her departure leads me to insanity.
This pain feels like a knife slowly carved into my skin,
it goes deeper and I want to get it out
but this is a battle I can’t win
and I cry out loud,
why does this happen to me?
No twinkling stars in the darkest sky,
the zest of living turned into desire to die,
she left me and never came back,
the colour of hope turned from white into black.
Looking into the glazed eyes of the icy dead,
I try to get out of my bed,
falling down I glide into the coldest night,
not realizing that I’m losing my last fight.
while I should have slept
but these bad feelings didn’t want to leave,
no more love to receive.
No twinkling stars in the darkest sky,
the zest of living turned into desire to die,
she left me and never came back,
the colour of hope turned from white into black.
Tears rolling over my face,
eyes staring into an endless space,
the worst nightmare became reality,
her departure leads me to insanity.
This pain feels like a knife slowly carved into my skin,
it goes deeper and I want to get it out
but this is a battle I can’t win
and I cry out loud,
why does this happen to me?
No twinkling stars in the darkest sky,
the zest of living turned into desire to die,
she left me and never came back,
the colour of hope turned from white into black.
Looking into the glazed eyes of the icy dead,
I try to get out of my bed,
falling down I glide into the coldest night,
not realizing that I’m losing my last fight.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 april 2007 | ||
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