Too Late...
Darkness creeping,into my heart and soul.
Consuming it into its black hole.
Nothing can stop this change.
Eating its way through.
With its enormous range.
It's already too late.
I guess this is my horrible fate.
There is no more turning back
Everything is already black.
This savage can't be saved no more.
It hurts me.
Into my deepest core.
That's why I have to say goodbye.
For all of you.
And for myself.
I can't hold on any longer...
Consuming it into its black hole.
Nothing can stop this change.
Eating its way through.
With its enormous range.
It's already too late.
I guess this is my horrible fate.
There is no more turning back
Everything is already black.
This savage can't be saved no more.
It hurts me.
Into my deepest core.
That's why I have to say goodbye.
For all of you.
And for myself.
I can't hold on any longer...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Werner Domroese: | Donderdag, maart 05, 2009 18:26 |
| Sometimes goodbye means see you later rather than farewell. Noticed that all of your poems are in English. Well worded goodbye. |
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| FunkJunk: | Woensdag, maart 05, 2008 22:39 |
| Life isn''t always easy. kuss ps. jij moet nog eens beginnen met leven!! :o |
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| kake: | Vrijdag, februari 29, 2008 11:24 |
| ik word er heel verdrietig van !!! maar dat betekent dat je het goed doet.. erg sterk b.s. kake |
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| Mrs Flintstone: | Dinsdag, februari 12, 2008 21:14 |
| Heel droef, maar mooi verwoord. Sterkte! Liefs van Wilma |
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2008 | ||
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