Hell
My worst nightmare became the truth,
stricken with age wiped out my youth,
did I have too many sins
when the struggle against the end of my life begins?
Looking in the barrel of a gun
I start to run
but there’s no place to hide
from the demons I feel inside.
I want to go in my shell
but it won’t save me,
heaven turned into hell
as the devil wants to take possession of me.
Sulphuric fumes are surrounding me
and I can’t stand the heat,
I can’t beat
Satan when he attacks me
and drags me in his house of misery.
Upside down I get nailed on a cross,
the demons toss
to drink my blood,
emptied I close my eyes and wait for a sign of God,
I hope it wasn’t too late
to open for me His heavenly gate.
stricken with age wiped out my youth,
did I have too many sins
when the struggle against the end of my life begins?
Looking in the barrel of a gun
I start to run
but there’s no place to hide
from the demons I feel inside.
I want to go in my shell
but it won’t save me,
heaven turned into hell
as the devil wants to take possession of me.
Sulphuric fumes are surrounding me
and I can’t stand the heat,
I can’t beat
Satan when he attacks me
and drags me in his house of misery.
Upside down I get nailed on a cross,
the demons toss
to drink my blood,
emptied I close my eyes and wait for a sign of God,
I hope it wasn’t too late
to open for me His heavenly gate.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Angel 0f Sin: | Zondag, augustus 12, 2007 21:00 |
| Echt heel erg mooi... Keep it up;) -xXx- A0S |
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| yellow: | Donderdag, augustus 02, 2007 17:07 |
| Doet me denken aan Depeche Mode. | |
| lonely 1: | Zaterdag, juli 28, 2007 22:50 |
| deze is wel heftig; doet me ergens denken aan de cd young guns 2 van jon bon jovi, mooi geschreven, liefs, lonely 1 |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 juli 2007 | ||
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