Child of the Whore
This furious storm came raging over
My humble home
The footsteps of the soldiers
I hear them everywhere
In my head
In my house
They killed my mother
And buried her body in my garden
Tarnished her grave
And trashed my flowers
Then I hear this mellow voice
Sounds like someone who's whispering
A twig scratches my window
And I hear a tree, it's talking to me
I should hide what's in the basement
But mother told me not to go there
Well I have to see the things
She always tried to hide from me
Loneliness strikes..
Without my shepherd, I am like
An angel without wings
Or a knife that isn't sharp
When I start to scream out of helplessness
My old gashes open up
They start to bleed
The footsteps everywhere
Surrounding me
I walk bare-foot in the freezing snow
I leave a trail of blood and I collapse
No, they'll never take me
No, they'll never take me
No, they'll never take me
No... Never..
No mother.. they won't..
My last words, my last breath
I am shaking, I feel fucked up
I feel I'm dying, I'm bleeding to death
Farewell, wise tree..
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Dees hoort bij een ander gedicht die ik wel es gepost heb, maar die moet ik nog ff opzoeke