Bloodlake
I have the erge to kill......
A very big lake to fill.....
It's made out of blood....
And coverd in mud....
One time a year one tormented soul is released....
Only when he is deseased....
Dying in the fucking lake....
Being awake.....
Makes no sence....
Heat getting intense.....
Having pain......
It's blood making a bloodstain....
Dying in rain and thunder
Getting downunder....
Before lightning strikes......
And it all get's black........
A very big lake to fill.....
It's made out of blood....
And coverd in mud....
One time a year one tormented soul is released....
Only when he is deseased....
Dying in the fucking lake....
Being awake.....
Makes no sence....
Heat getting intense.....
Having pain......
It's blood making a bloodstain....
Dying in rain and thunder
Getting downunder....
Before lightning strikes......
And it all get's black........
Reacties op dit gedicht
| soesa: | Zaterdag, juni 22, 2002 18:27 |
| sorry ging wat mis! Dit vinnik echt je allermooiste tot nu toe! *ontroerd* Kus | |
| soesa: | Zaterdag, juni 22, 2002 18:26 |
| Sientje: | Zaterdag, juni 22, 2002 13:04 |
| brrr... tdoet me toch even stilworden hoor! knap...(al hoop ik dat wat je zegt niet al te gemeend is... ;-) ) superzoen, sientje |
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| Auteur: TheSandman | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juni 2002 | ||
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