running running....

Running running…

Running running, into the darkness
Running running, don’t want to confess

Feel the blood rushing in my vanes
Locked up in my own brains

Running running, on my bare feet
Running running, on the cold street

O my god! Where do I have to go?
Help me! I really don’t know!

Running running, in the middle of the night
Running running, wanna commit suicide.

I need to find a knife!
To make an end of this ‘running’ life

Running running, an then a fall…..
….I’m glad…I’ve just dreamed it all

kunamosity

ow...trouwens....dit heb ik echt gedroomd (had iemand vermoord in die droom.... )

[Lorelei]

kunamosity schreef op 07-11-2003 @ 18:51:
Running running…

Running running, into the darkness
Running running, don’t want to confess

Feel the blood rushing in my vanes
Locked up in my own brains

Running running, on my bare feet
Running running, on the cold street

O my god! Where do I have to go?
Help me! I really don’t know!

Running running, in the middle of the night
Running running, wanna commit suicide.

I need to find a knife!
To make an end of this ‘running’ life

Running running, an then a fall…..
….I’m glad…I’ve just dreamed it all

kunamosity

Ik vind het niet zo'n super gedicht. Kan beter. Het is niet erg origineel. Het is 'veins' (ipv 'vanes') trouwens

[grandmommy]

ik ben het met grl eens... je hebt betere geschreven
ik vind dat running running ook niet zo geslaagd..