Go back
there is no faith in the air that i breathe
there is no hope in de blood that i spread
there is no life in my scars on my chest
I close my eyes and lift my head
The cold cuts my face
The rain marks my invisible tears
I turn and turn
within my mind, within my sins, within my dreams
There's only the whore, the liar, the destructive girl, there is me
The cold cuts my face
The rain marks my invisible tears
I turn and turn
within my mind, within my sins, within my dreams
There's only the whore, the liar, the destructive girl, there is me
Confessing on the bare knees in the wounds
the wounds of desperate redemption
I'll run, run as fast as I can
I'll run naked into my truth
I'll run naked into my truth
The truth of denying
I'm not well
Reacties op dit gedicht
| p-je: | Donderdag, november 06, 2008 00:08 |
| Mooi gedicht ;) ook mooi dat de achtergrond bij het gedicht past. |
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| Lone Dreamer: | Woensdag, november 05, 2008 23:45 |
| But someday you will be, and until that day comes, you''ve got to fight. Never give up. It''s never too late to become who you want to be ;-) Prachtig verwoord. Sterkte, L(one)S(ome)D(reamer) |
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| Auteur: Melodramatically |  
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