Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was
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That there, that's not me
I go where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Sea
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here, I'm not here
...
"Et pendant qu'on y est...
J'emmerde Jésus qui s'en est pas si mal tiré,
Un jour sur la croix, Un week-end en enfer,
Et la gloire eternel! "
Son profil
liquid-spear-waltz
18 ans
Moon
Pologne
All the shit I seem to take...
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# Posté le lundi 19 octobre 2009 03:02
23 ans... bientôt.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall...
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall...
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# Posté le lundi 12 octobre 2009 17:23
Mon sang a le goût du Fer... Le Fer est froid...
Les telephones sonnent, les gens parlent, fort.
Avec tristesse, compassion et avec de légés accents d'énervement parfois...
Les gens pleurent, ma famille part, et moi je reste.
Tout le monde se rassemblera, et je ne serai pas là, même si mes yeux sont rouges à moi aussi.
Il y a 4 ans c'etait lui. Hier c'etait toi.
Avec tristesse, compassion et avec de légés accents d'énervement parfois...
Les gens pleurent, ma famille part, et moi je reste.
Tout le monde se rassemblera, et je ne serai pas là, même si mes yeux sont rouges à moi aussi.
Il y a 4 ans c'etait lui. Hier c'etait toi.
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# Posté le samedi 03 octobre 2009 03:58
Modifié le samedi 03 octobre 2009 07:12
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