söndag 28 november 2010

Swallow the key


running around

in that bad bad land

a silent voice

need to break through

time to close the heavy door

time to swallow the key

eyes keeped on the road ahead

dont dare to run

afraid to stay

the dark mirror

reflects a broken soul

sharp pieces on the ground

falling blooddrops

a scarred hand

memories of him

ignore that racing heart

stop drawing those silly lines

leave it and run

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