The sum Of seventy seven
i am a lovejunk
who always gets
a hangover out of it
that is why i am afraid
it is because of
my devils pride
dark as the cosmos
keeps me on a rag
i have to free myself
let the power of my heart
win over the curse in my head
affliction they planted in me
the dirty water already a part of me
sluggin in life failing miserably
cracking smiles because i believe
but falling deep cause i am disabled
fighting my life from eleven till seven
only to die from it every freaking
day from seven till eleven
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: ana (stacia) | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 september 2016 | ||
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