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Betere leesbaarheid

Down, Down

door killea

days begin after midnight
can't remember when last slept
feeling ill and so uptight
the milk I drink
makes stomach turn
cigarettes smoked
and throat will burn
mind full of invisible faces
messages clear
wish I could leave
or just disappear
should I take the pill
that erases nothing
but dims my skill
or go with the flow
surrender with ease
till I'm down again
upon my knees
praying though I don't believe
heal me, heal me
I scream in despair
feel me, feel me
the nothing doesn't care
and just fucks me up
from here to there
my mate tells me to get a grip
he hasn't realized
it has long sailed, that ship

 

feedback van andere lezers

  • Magdalena
    sterk en intens
    as always

    XXX
    killea: Thanks, Magdalena

    xx
  • otiske
    Mooi gedaan, graag gelezen, groetjes.
    killea: Thanks, Otiske

    xx
  • aquaangel
    hmm ik kabbel mee
    killea: okay.....(don't know what that means but okay..)
    xx
    j
  • Klaver4
    I hope your ship does not go down, down, deeper and down...
    very beautiful!
    me a bit mentally impaired today :o)
    still smelling of burnt midnight oil..
    xx
    klaver4
    killea: I know exactly what you mean!
    xx
    june
  • drebddronefish
    Mooi dicht. Dat Engels is zoveel ritmischer dan het Nederlands. Ik voel sterke associaties met roemruchte songs. Vandaar dat ik ook soms de behoefte voel in het Engels te dichten.

    groetjes
    killea: Thank you very much for reading me and fb, Manuel

    xx
    June
  • marrik
    XXX
    killea: thanks
    xx
  • Francis
    Mooi jUne
    x
    killea: thanks, frans

    xx
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