Donnerstag, 8. Dezember 2011


looking out into the dark
i've never been suicidal
but there's the hint of a spark
breaking through that sunny idyll 

shouting in my crowded head
a million tiny piercing voices
sounding like the living dead
giving me no other choises

off it goes 
the time has come
the future flows
the past is gone

looking back it seemed so good
so good to just let it go

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