dinsdag 5 mei 2009

A better hell

Guilt obeys itself
Without permission
It’s such a silence decision
For me to let go
And a deathly wish
For you not to know
And my hands start to tremble
When my mind starts to gamble
With my heart
Don’t start, about the line
Give me a fucking chance.

I can’t take this
Because I know I miss something
But I don’t know what
I need to show,
To a world so dead
And a place so sad
And I’ve made my bed
So I will lie in it,
And if you tell me
How to dig a grave,
I’ll die in it.

Comes out of The Comedown

1 opmerking:

Sa-Scha zei

GE-WEL-DIG

Oh mijn god, je hebt jezelf zó ongelooflijk overtroffen Mylaine. Het is echt een heel mooi gedicht, heel puur =]

I love it <3