My friend the death

Burry the joy Burry the fear   Here I go, on my own I’m living in the dark And now my fear has grown I see the light and turn my back But who is it, who frightens me ? Who burries me, unearthes me ?   Still staring at the grave Looking for every mistake Feeling sorry for what I gave Running away for my own sake Should I cry one...

Publié le 07/06/2014 dans Evapoem par evadiris | Lire la suite...