A Poem
Every person is different in his own way.
Still, the mistakes we commit are the same.
We all try to be like that one shooting star.
But we all know, that we won't go as far.
A dark hand reaches from my shadow.
He looks innocent, but then takes my soul.
He pulls it straight to where lucifer fell.
Nightmares from now on will be my cell.
I get to sleep ontop of a shattered silence.
Broken to pieces by reasonless violence.
I look at a future, wich I cannot escape.
From this madness, I want to get away.
Then I see a knife and I start to laugh.
It seems to be the only election I have.
I pick it up and hold it in my hand.
Pray to the lord, before I get condemned.
Time to leave everything I have ever loved.
A love I hate, a love from wich Ive had enough.