3 dec. 2012


Tease me into sadness
Of burning negativity
Like a flowing river
In corners unknown
Through all cities

Veins pumping pain
Spreading fear in air
No tears fall only rain
We hide
Under umbrella's and
Facial expressions
Like make-up
Until red lips grow
Making clowns out of us

I wanna dive
Back, back
Into myself
Splashing out what's not mine
Refresh with deepness
Of all that is positive in me

Strip off all
Barefoot I dare
The hell with the fire of passion

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