Death
She knowes the feeling that I long to feel
Her presence dislodges all pain and suffer
She's the life's thief but robs us of only the misery of living.
Friends of suicide, cowards, are those who fights against her
Those who can deny the coward inside him, will be the hero.
She lives in the cemetery
where her children wake up from the nightmare of life
She feeds herself with the depression of life,
with hate and with fear.
She's a woman whose beautiness is undescribable.
Her presence dislodges all pain and suffer
She's the life's thief but robs us of only the misery of living.
Friends of suicide, cowards, are those who fights against her
Those who can deny the coward inside him, will be the hero.
She lives in the cemetery
where her children wake up from the nightmare of life
She feeds herself with the depression of life,
with hate and with fear.
She's a woman whose beautiness is undescribable.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Zondag, oktober 04, 2020 23:47 |
| Heel goed en sterk schrijven. Fijn om zulk moois nog terug te lezen. Vriendelijke groet. | |
| The Lizard King: | Dinsdag, april 10, 2012 11:36 |
| Danku! En ja idd, een grote fan! :) | |
| Quzy: | Maandag, april 09, 2012 16:32 |
| Hey! Ik heb speciaal een profiel gemaakt om te kunnen reageren =) (en om zelf binnenkort wat poetry erop te zetten). Ik vind dit echt mooi geschreven, ik voel het. En je bent ook fan van Morrisson vermoed ik..? :) | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Lizard King | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: de Diana | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 april 2012 | ||
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