Gedichten

A man

A man walks, his arms move to the beat of a life without sanity.
A man breathes, filling his lungs with the black images of his past.
A man looks, his eyes open to the monstrousity that keeps him alive.

A man dies, no air to waste, no one to escape from.
A man burried, no souls to capture, no light to shine upon.
A man reborn, his feet hit the sidewalk of life.

A man on fire, the blood in his vains belong to the darkness.
A man alive, no one to rely on, no one to dissapoint.
A man loves, he earned his wings, to fly without the burden of lonlyness.

Engelse gedicht door: crushed

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