This place is rotten, these people are dead,
The light's been forgotten, it hits me right in the head.
The city of no angels, the country of faithless dreams
Everyone here is a stranger, everywhere I hear only screams.
And I've been left here, right in the middle of rage
Day by day I get less fear, but it hardly affects my stage.
Emotions are confused, my mind lost its way
I feel refused, but have no options anyway.
Inside of me the fire burns whatever I can see
I shout loud setting my pain free.
I've been left here, and nobody's asking why
Nobody's trying to find and I have nothing to do but cry.
Left in this place
© Copyright: Step-Child, 2004
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Don't cry! I'm sure, that there is another escape from this situation.
This is very original poem and fillings! Good luck,
Natasha.
Новая 21.04.2004 19:10 • Заявить о нарушении
This is very original poem and fillings! Good luck,
Natasha.
Новая 21.04.2004 19:10 • Заявить о нарушении
Thanks. But really it seems like there's no escape...
This place is too hard for me, but I'll try to survive.
respect,
Step-Child 21.04.2004 23:32 Заявить о нарушении
This place is too hard for me, but I'll try to survive.
respect,
Step-Child 21.04.2004 23:32 Заявить о нарушении