It's your shadow
 

Still your shadow insist
In being in my bed
In your jacket on the chair
Your body slowly bled
Still I feel your tongue
Slowly licking my neck
Like a cold sad song
I didn't sing along
But your aura's in here
In the water of my bath
Staining my skin
Black, stormy death...

Je gooit je tijden door de war.

weet ik http://forum.scholieren.com/tongue.gif

uhm, tyden in de war of niet.. lekker melancholisch... *gevoel van herkenning*