Samstag, März 04, 2006

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Such perfection
such a beautiful lie.
That crashed into pieces,
as soon as something was missing.
Millions of pieces
on the ground
like my soul
beeing stepped on.

Wanna talk.
Nobody cares.
They're all fake.
Just turn their back on you,
as soon as something goes wrong.

You cry,
you scream.
Nobody there to listen
to hold on to.

Alone,
falling
it never ends.
I'm loosing strength
my screams get weaker.

Light is gone
I give up
no one can hear me
I'm gone...

(will they even notice?)

s.m.g. 10.05.02

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