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geschrieben am: 23.03.2000 um 16:35 Uhr
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is she happy? does she cry?
..i donŽt know
to ask...i donŽt dare..
Žcause if sheŽs happy i could hardly believe
if sh crys i wouldnŽt be able to smile again...
i ask myself wether i should ask..
..should i ask?
.....i donŽt know
i fear that illusions might be destroyed...
i hate illusions...but this time i fear loosing them..
truth...i mostly prefer the truth...
but it might hurt...worse than a dagger could ever do...worse than any razorblade or knive would ever hurt..
thinking of it i feel strange..itŽs getting cold again...colder than it ever was...
[b]NO[/b]
the blade is lying there..just lying there with old blood on it...
[b]NO[/b]
i donŽt want to...
[b]NO[/b]
finaly i do...
why?
...i donŽt know...
fighting the pain inside with the pain on the body is not the right way...
i go on fighting..
and i hate it..
[Diese Nachricht wurde geändert von: möbius (geändert am: 23-03-00).] |
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geschrieben am: 24.03.2000 um 10:59 Uhr
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#puts up the dagger, clean it and trow it away.#
DonŽt hurt you physically, when you want to help or heal your mind, your thoughts, just talk.
The forest is a place, where you can find friends, really good friends. And you can always talk to them. I hope, you have understand, what I mean!
Good bye my friend, till we see us again
Your Hunter |
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