Denk dat ik zestien was toen ik dit schreef. Trip down memory lane, dit gedichtje is ook te vinden in de bundel Dungeons of make believe, uitgegeven rond mijn achttiende, welke nu volgens mij alleen nog in de Koninklijke Bibliotheek te vinden is. --- Battle of the Seven Voices (Roeland Kok) As rainbows fade into my pain As dreams will break and fear will gain As shattered parts of mirrored tears Will slice through mind, releasing fears My soul will bleed out dead red scars The voices march up into war And I will go insane It seems to be the concious me I seem to be alone It seems to be what I cant see Its aching to the bone If theres an answer to the call Were all expecting now If theres a reason for us all But we just dont know how To love, to live, to give, to take And all thats in between Then tell me how to stop this ache This beast of unforseen The Seven Voices went to war And battled to give life Solutions now away so far The sense will never thrive So tell me, fairy mothers son Please tell me what to do My dreams just faded, hope is gone Cant you just help me to Survive this feast of voices sheer And beasts of pain no few I promise I will shed no tear be saving those for you
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 20:26:59 +0000
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