Uncontrolled flying razorblades
Sorrow on her,
She shoots in my veins,
Uncontrolled flying razor blades,
Keep me awake!
I feel the air caress my flesh,
The salivation thought
Lost the grip it had,
The blood soaks the earth.
It is like one last dance,
On the evening of death,
I save the dance to spit
The soul out of the guts I owned.
Shoot at me,
I don’t flee,
Parched I am,
Death I will be.
21 - 05 - 2007
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 mei 2007 | ||
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