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Skull
Bloody clouds, dark and grey
above the throat a razorblade.
Under the black coat a blessed match;
standing on the rocks, sailing on the edge.
Could be escaping, or gone from school…
rotten love drowns hate, feelings are cruel.
There comes no one else you can expect.
Time runs on & out – ignore the fact.
I’m calling for you
but I don’t know a truth.
I don’t know who you are –
be the sun, I’ll blow up a star.
Death’s within, the heart’s a throne,
lighting up the shadows of a broken home.
Nobody cares; just locked up in a cage –
screaming, drugs & school is what you earn as wage.
Painting agony in the mudd
between the giant cages, eyes keep shut.
Feeling the cold, raging storm on your skin,
no hope is left – you’re just numb within.
I’m calling for you.
Lead me in your broken tube.
I don’t know where you are.
You’ll become a skull on my scarf.
o.o
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26.11.2014, 17:22
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#2
Blood clouds, dark and GREY? Geh besser mal zum Arzt, das klingt ziemlich ungesund.
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26.11.2014, 19:46
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#3
Gefällt mir. Sehr gut.
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