Publicerad 2014-09-18 12:42 av kjell-åke bearfoot
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I go down for my feelings not for my sickness Sarkoidos
A lump in the heart
gives me pain
Opens my eyes to problems
everything just seems to fall down on my badge
My wish is not to sink alone
but when the good tanks is finish, the evil will come
in a negative pessimistic bad way
so damn shit you can do nothing, without help, to take you away from your egocentric road
But you need love, not evil words
it hurts
Or is it my disease
who affecting my sleep
I don´t know
i just bite
In the sour apple like Adam in the Bible
so again and again tries I to tell myself: Let it be
But my brain refuses to listen
and explodes
In a crazy pain
who manufacture my grave
And better future for others
but after they have celebrated my death
i say to God: Forgive them
because they don´t know what they do
Texten är utskriven från Poeter.se
Författaren kjell-åke bearfoot med Poeter.se id #39723 innehar upphovsrätten