My heart is pumping
my mind all messed up
Darkness´s filling me
everything grows black
inside Im falling, crying
but the tears are of hate
not of pain.
Been falling for long
But not reaching ground
falling, filled with fright
fright that arent shown
cause what arent seen arent felt.
Broken hearts turn black
for friends for lovers and all
love turns to hate
ruined by lies
a companionship so great
watch where you step
and think again
Black tear feels like blood
runs down my cheek
alone only then they fall
falling for long, getting tired
finds a dreamless sleep
once in dreams I saw you
now rarely only in nightmares
new friends, new time
now its too late
no faith, no trust
only falling with fright
of another black broken heart
yor are always there
to ruin it all
make my friends see you
and loose interest in me
your greater I guess
then I will ever be
all these things
Hate, fright and broken hearts
haunts me every day
but im trying to fight
not to give after
THAT'S the war within my soul
Skrevet d.
7. juli 2006, 02:37
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