02-04-11
17:54
Αυτο το ειχα γραψει πριν απο καιρο. Ηταν η πρωτη φορα που εγραψα ποιημα οποτε μπορει να ειναι λιγο... καπως.
Before you close your pretty eyes
you try to think your painful lies,
those that clothed you with black vails
and those that showed off all your fails,
as your blood runs down your hands
you think it feels like thousand ants,
and as you exhale your broken soul
you wish that you could turn back whole,
and while you walk to be Hell's feed
you just fell sorry for what you did,
cause when you had the chance to live
you did nothing but to leave,
instead of trying to start once more
you just gave up once and for all,
and now that you must pay the prize
you once more wish you had been nice,
but now you 'll wait six thousand years
until the chance to stop your tears.
Before you close your pretty eyes
you try to think your painful lies,
those that clothed you with black vails
and those that showed off all your fails,
as your blood runs down your hands
you think it feels like thousand ants,
and as you exhale your broken soul
you wish that you could turn back whole,
and while you walk to be Hell's feed
you just fell sorry for what you did,
cause when you had the chance to live
you did nothing but to leave,
instead of trying to start once more
you just gave up once and for all,
and now that you must pay the prize
you once more wish you had been nice,
but now you 'll wait six thousand years
until the chance to stop your tears.
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