Darkend thoughts at night,
about something out of reach,
and altough unknown what it is,
I know I must get it very soon,
before thoughts die in time.
As moments pass I forget,
my problems and the goal I had,
my toughts broken down by a mist,
as a strange music is turned on,
somewhere in the back of my mind,
the last sounds start coming in.
Blood drips from my wrists,
as the sword of fear takes me,
a last flight trough reallity,
wich ends in a dark room,
the room in wich I'll rest,
as I reach te goal I had chosen.
[Dit bericht is aangepast door kaas187 (24-09-2001).]
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