Shooting stars, deny the force of the moon
Dark troubled sky, I howl like a lone wolf
Miss my sweetheart deeply
I used to be so warm inside but now my blood freezes to ice
As I close my eyes to cry
My bone hurts
Brain damage
My stomach is up side down
Like dead trees starting to mold
Standing alone
With my chest wide open
Screaming for my Love
Sweet tender angels
Wings of gold
Embrace me with thy life
Drink my soul
Let me live for ever and bring me my Love
/ Some words from The Black Star Poet
torsdag 18 november 2010
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