I want to disappear. I'm crying alone in the dark. Nobody knows. Nobody cares, I know... I know. Your angel is hurting. I can't take it anymore. Just let my soul fade away into the night. If you love me, just let me go. Your angel is suffering here. Every time I get out of this feeling something keeps pushing me back. I feel like I have nothing to live for. Just give me a last hug, a last kiss, sing me a last lullaby, and for the last time, say goodbye. You can break my wings, it doesn't matter, I can still fly. The window stands open, I just have to jump. Please, let me go, let me die. And whenever you miss me, just look up to the sky at night, so you can see your angel dance with the stars.
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Killer Thoughts
PoetryEbben a "könyvben" próza- és szabadversszerű, igazából besorolhatatlan irományaimat, és random jött "egysoros műveimet" fogom írni. Hogy miért? Mert miért is ne.^^ (Azért így zárójelben megjegyzem, jó messze vagyok egy pro költőtől. A verseim elég...
