Overdose
Soon the clock will stop ticking
and the time will stand still.
The clouds will turn purple
and the sky will turn red.
The dust in my room is black
with me nailed on my bed.
I feel the desire to meet what i haven't met,
it's calling me from far away but yet so close.
I tried to kill the pain with cutting into the night
but i think i have to kill it with an overdose.
and the time will stand still.
The clouds will turn purple
and the sky will turn red.
The dust in my room is black
with me nailed on my bed.
I feel the desire to meet what i haven't met,
it's calling me from far away but yet so close.
I tried to kill the pain with cutting into the night
but i think i have to kill it with an overdose.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| lexx: | Vrijdag, april 10, 2009 09:59 |
| ja, en dan? wat ligt er om dat hoekje? wellicht nog meer schmerz. ik ga nie kijken nie. spooky geschreven, goed gedaan :) | |
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| Auteur: Weltschmerz | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 april 2009 | ||
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