Earthly glory
Black as ink,
my tormented mind can’t think,
grey clouds have covered the sun,
I stare in the barrel of a gun.
Do I pull the trigger or do I stay?
Roulette isn’t a funny game to play;
one bullet to finish this miserable life,
five more chances to stay alive.
An endless long rope,
is there still any hope
or is it time to tie a knot
and return to the Almighty God?
A sharp knife ready to cut into my soft skin,
red stains on a marble floor,
gloomy thoughts I can’t ignore anymore,
do I give in to eternal sin?
Why is it so difficult to find any earthly glory?
Isn’t there anybody who can help me
to fight against this darkness in my head
and this demonic strong will to be dead?
my tormented mind can’t think,
grey clouds have covered the sun,
I stare in the barrel of a gun.
Do I pull the trigger or do I stay?
Roulette isn’t a funny game to play;
one bullet to finish this miserable life,
five more chances to stay alive.
An endless long rope,
is there still any hope
or is it time to tie a knot
and return to the Almighty God?
A sharp knife ready to cut into my soft skin,
red stains on a marble floor,
gloomy thoughts I can’t ignore anymore,
do I give in to eternal sin?
Why is it so difficult to find any earthly glory?
Isn’t there anybody who can help me
to fight against this darkness in my head
and this demonic strong will to be dead?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| honingbijtje: | Maandag, november 19, 2007 05:24 |
| pff dat is somber...... kan niet veel anders aanbieden dan een dikke knuffel en je veel sterkte wensen. liefs honingbijtje |
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| yellow: | Maandag, november 19, 2007 04:24 |
| hmmm... niet graag gelezen MG, Y. |
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| Windwhisper: | Maandag, november 19, 2007 00:57 |
| Dat klinkt als een droef moment, eventjes radeloos, denk aan al wat heel mooi is en was in je leven....donkere momenten gaan voorbij, Liefs en sterkte Cobie |
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| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 november 2007 | ||
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