toxic
The toxic air,
an evil mix of smell.
Breathe!
she doesn’t dare,
Afraid to go to hell.
Becoming hollow,
oxygen is getting rare.
Breathe!
She won’t let go,
her fresh air.
Hope is already thin,
holding on to her bravery.
Breathe!
She doesn’t want to give in,
ignores her own body.
Slowly passing away,
Not changing her decision
Breathe!
She refuses to stay,
and becomes an illusion.
an evil mix of smell.
Breathe!
she doesn’t dare,
Afraid to go to hell.
Becoming hollow,
oxygen is getting rare.
Breathe!
She won’t let go,
her fresh air.
Hope is already thin,
holding on to her bravery.
Breathe!
She doesn’t want to give in,
ignores her own body.
Slowly passing away,
Not changing her decision
Breathe!
She refuses to stay,
and becomes an illusion.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: happiness. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juni 2007 | ||
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