Gehenna
Floating above a turbulent sea of memories
I drink the goblet of doubt
Tilting my head towards the Pole star
I finish my plate of misery
Lifing my hands up to touch the sky
I wrap my body in a blanket of comfortable loneliness
Holding the moon in my hands
I lay down and feel the warmth of Gehenna coming closer by
I drink the goblet of doubt
Tilting my head towards the Pole star
I finish my plate of misery
Lifing my hands up to touch the sky
I wrap my body in a blanket of comfortable loneliness
Holding the moon in my hands
I lay down and feel the warmth of Gehenna coming closer by
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| Auteur: Weske | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 december 2011 | ||
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