Decision
The crypt of failed decisions,
Lies open in the field,
I climb the highest ladder,
To get the lowest yield.
Annihilate the emotional side,
Slowly in my mind,
Black coloured eyes, open at night,
Reflecting hatred that I cannot deny.
Bleeding lips, speaking black,
Using dreams, stabbed in the back,
Can’t move on, lying on the ground,
Mind shot out, brains flying around.
Lying down in the cold rain,
Emotions flowing into the drain,
Driving myself apart,
I’m ready for a new start.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 november 2007 | ||
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