Graveyard with some bodies alive

[A loved one]

Sometimes I try to understand why people live in other worlds than this one
They can't laugh, they can't walk
They have sex, but they don't talk
A so-called medicine helped them on the streets
Now they're beggin' for some money
To get some more
Of that good stuff, it dazes, it sweeps you up, and wears you out

Sometimes I'm walking through the streets of a town which once was happiness and laughter all around
But now this place has transformed into a graveyard, with some bodies alive, but most of 'em are dead
And I wish I could help them, that they would tell me their stories
But they're too far away to tell me anything at all
They don't even see me

And they don't know what's good and what's wrong and what's okay
All they know is that in the end of the day
They sit on their skinny broken butts
And they wonder how to get some more and how to survive through the hell
'Cause without it, they see the paleness of their skin
And their white bones underneath it
And their eyes are just unseen
We don't care, we don't care about the people who prefer a dream, rather than this real life with both beauty and pain

And they say that there's no bad aspect about a cigarette or a pill
And everyday we die while we get into our stylish bathtubs and our nice huge beds and while eating our croissants and decaf herbal tea
But all we want is relaxing, not in a natural way, but with the things we got from a man standing on the corner of the street

And all that this God knows, drugs are all we love
Let's take it all
And die together
Why wait until tomorrow, when we can taste a bit of heaven right now?

Love

[Gothic]

beetje een verhaal, goed beschreven, zie het zo voor me...

Mooi

[A loved one]

Bedankt.

Love

[filli]

heel erg mooi...alleen wel meer proza dan gedicht.....hoewel het me ook wel heel erg aan een songtekst doet denken....de vorm enzo...maar iig heeel erg goed!!!

(ps..amerika is stom...)

[A loved one]

Bedankt... maar wat heeft Amerika hiermee te maken?

Love

[Anne]

A loved one schreef:
Bedankt... maar wat heeft Amerika hiermee te maken?

Love

Dat is vast haar signature, maar dan niet officieel omdat ze maar 6 posts heeft.

Enne, mooi trouwens!

[A loved one]

Anneee schreef:
Dat is vast haar signature, maar dan niet officieel omdat ze maar 6 posts heeft.

Enne, mooi trouwens!

O ja, daar heb je posts voor nodig... Danke.

Love

[tampaszta]

And they say that there's no bad aspect about a cigarette or a pill
And everyday we die while we get into our stylish bathtubs and our nice huge beds and while eating our croissants and decaf herbal tea
But all we want is relaxing, not in a natural way, but with the things we got from a man standing on the corner of the street

Dit is heel erg waar. Graveyard with some bodies alive.. Maar naar hun wordt niet geluisterd. Die pillen nemen we al lang door te leven zoals wij dat doen. Maar niet realiserend dat 'hemel' is wat we scheppen en dat 'hemel' hier op aarde is, wanneer we het erkennen.
Goed, verhalend gedicht.

[Gwen.]

Ik dacht dak al gereplied had , iig al wel gelezen . Er zitten echt zwaar koele en pakkende stukjes in, bijvoorbeeld:

They can't laugh, they can't walk
They have sex, but they don't talk

..

Of that good stuff, it dazes, it sweeps you up, and wears you out

Jah ik vind hem goed

[Dying Bride]

*klapt* echt heel mooi zeg!