drawer
i open the drawer
the knifes lie in the middle
i'm starting to shiver
i pick up the sharpest knife
a few minutes later
i was lying on the ground
with a puddle of blood around my neck
and a knife in my hand
why did i open that drawer?
muse
the knifes lie in the middle
i'm starting to shiver
i pick up the sharpest knife
a few minutes later
i was lying on the ground
with a puddle of blood around my neck
and a knife in my hand
why did i open that drawer?
muse
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Missunintended: | Donderdag, november 14, 2002 15:33 |
| Hej, kewl dat je muse heet! ben super fan van ze :D gaaf, neej...indrukwekkend gedicht, op de een of andere manier helemaal niet eng of angstaanjagend of vervelend ofzo..hehe xx |
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| Missunintended: | Donderdag, november 14, 2002 15:32 |
| xANGIEx: | Maandag, juni 24, 2002 10:17 |
| beswel heftig... ut leven kan echwel mooi zijn hoor, maar je moet ervoor open staan... take care dikke zoen Angie |
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| Auteur: muse | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 juni 2002 | ||
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