Living Dead (raadselachtig, er zit een antwoord achter)

[Angel Shaped Bastard]

Crucified on all of me,
promised difference.
Travelling beyond sanity,
Just promise you my dance.

I gaze over infinite fields,
Where blizzards rule the day.
Please withstand all those frost and storms,
Can't make them go away.
Decay, that is my price no more,
I will not care less.
That tree which lies in my adore,
stands above my selfishness.

Close deamonical shapes come forth,
Kiss on my weak points.
I cannot decide anymore,
Between Dying Life or Living Death

A sacrifice that has no end,
This is my greatest price.
Since you became that living dead,
My soul begun telling lies.
A future's to look forward to,
Not making a regred.
As powerfull I will once stand,
now I'm just living dead...

.Tom

[Shackles]

*stil*

[Angel Shaped Bastard]

Shackles schreef:
*stil*

dankje voor je begrip...

[CobainMeisje]

Mooi