Ein Gedicht

[Kaff]

anguish sweeping over our souls
gagged and bound this world slumbers
a broken dreamland perpetration
caught in a world between
perfect crimson sadness
i\'ve come to know myself too well

never a part of your fairytale world
but i don\'t love me just the way that i am
the voices inside are talking
time wasted on pointlessness
the voices in my head so rich and deep
these things have consumed me

it seems as though you never try
at least my tears aren\'t useless
make us weak and steal our choice
plunged into the abyss of your betrayal
an abnormal feeling of wonder
just another laboratory test

your heart has gone dark
breaking through or breaking down
--
\"It\'s time to eat breakfast!\" (Sylvester \'Sly Boots\' Bucelli)

[Kaff]

Wer sich ?ber meine dichterische Ader wundert kann sich hier seine eigenen Gedichte generieren lassen.
--
"It's time to eat breakfast!" (Sylvester 'Sly Boots' Bucelli)

[Dune]

Mann, und ich wollte dich gerade loben, wie gut dein Englisch doch ist!! ;D

Auch mal von mir:
You're filled with envy
Sometimes I close my eyes and stare at the darkness
I see you've grown stronger
Making my destruction inevitable
Emptiness was the answer.

Rounded like a stone
The voices inside are talking
I feel my soul fading away
Everything is of little concern
Liberate, emancipate, defecate...

Everything could stop and I would never care
Never a part of your fairytale world
Bloodstained pages
Emptiness filled your eyes
These things have consumed me.

Inside my empty heart
I long to stop enduring this world's torment.



--
Aeryn: Frell!
Crichton: Yeah!
Aeryn: No, I mean bad frell...

[philipp2]

Und was soll das bitte hei?en? ?(
--
Und die Moral von der Geschicht, entweder man postet oder man postet nicht.
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[Dune]

Wenn du mal gr?sser bist, wirst du das verstehen!
--
Aeryn: Frell!
Crichton: Yeah!
Aeryn: No, I mean bad frell...