Whimsical
 

Whimsical

Still standing in his doorway
Trembling
Blind to you and myself
Now my conscience left my body
In my hand a loaded gun
I feel him being hurt
I watch him crawl and wail
At my feet, on his knees
He bleeds
Rush of power
Lost in time and space
You collide with the ground
I save my grace, try not to laugh
Cut up thinkings
Create a sinister smile on my face
Glitter lipstick, paint me black
Paint me away
Your heartbeat slowly fades
By lack of oxygen
I laugh because
I won

das mijn cu2-naam! :p
voorderest weer helemaal (y) as usual...

Sam echt moooij ..(. ik wist niet dat je gedichten schreef ...!!:p :D )

dankjewel allebei :)

@SpiT : jah, as usual, u is mijn grootste inspiratiebron :p