Dead Eyes
Dead eyes.
Dead eyes see no future,
experience pain,
feel no pleasure,
see nothing left to gain.
As my soul dies,
everyone around me tries,
to save my sanity and life,
but when I strive,
I fail miserably
Will I win this fight?
Will I overcome this hurt?
Where can I find my light?
My flying bird?
That will lead me to safety and happiness...
Dead eyes see no future,
experience pain,
feel no pleasure,
see nothing left to gain.
As my soul dies,
everyone around me tries,
to save my sanity and life,
but when I strive,
I fail miserably
Will I win this fight?
Will I overcome this hurt?
Where can I find my light?
My flying bird?
That will lead me to safety and happiness...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| kimmytje: | Zondag, december 01, 2013 22:47 |
| Herkenbaar! Heel mooi verwoord trouwens Ik hoop dat de antwoorden op je laatste vragen allemaal ja mogen zijn. Graag gelezen Liefs Kimmy |
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| Auteur: Wesley Pieterse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 november 2013 | ||
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