My Day...
I feel the tear of flesh
But the sting stays away.
My hand dripping
Can't stop the flow
I let it go its way...
My eyes are soar
They want to cry
My will stays at bay.
A cause of cold hard metal
I know it's useless
I pray.
The tears I've hid
Finally slide down my cheeks
Don't bother to wipe
They don't obey.
A pool of red an transparent liquid
In the silence it lay.
I feel utterly numb
This was my day...
But the sting stays away.
My hand dripping
Can't stop the flow
I let it go its way...
My eyes are soar
They want to cry
My will stays at bay.
A cause of cold hard metal
I know it's useless
I pray.
The tears I've hid
Finally slide down my cheeks
Don't bother to wipe
They don't obey.
A pool of red an transparent liquid
In the silence it lay.
I feel utterly numb
This was my day...
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| Werner Domroese: | Donderdag, maart 05, 2009 18:11 |
| Tear to my eye ;) So what caused this rainfall in your face? |
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